[Nicholas's P.O.V.]
Just as I was about to head out to my usual place - the vampire-themed bar that was packed with people - for a midnight snack, a puff of smoke appeared in front of me. I knew who it was.
"Nicholas, where are you going?" asked the person who appeared within the puff of smoke.
"My dear, I'm a little thirsty and need some supper. Do you want to come with me?" D*mn, his eyes are too charming. It's always impossible for me to lie to him.
"How's the situation with the Werewolf of Chaos?"
"I'm still working on it."
"Really? Cause I don't see you putting much effort into this at all. F*cking hell man, I already told you that the energy I felt came from somewhere in the northeast of the United States, not the city. Did you even f*cking go? I seem to always see you loafing around all day."
"My Dear, you know how big the northeast of the United States is. Moreover, that was all you told me. Do you think I have clairvoyance? I want to, but I don't."
