The winter made him lazier then the warmer months did. Despite the lack of snow, the chill still bit at him. Not that he minded. Getting used to the cold would only mean he'd gotten used to this country, rather then his homeland. He didn't want that.

But he still went out now and again, to prowl the streets in search of prey and blood. He had a steady supply, but the conqueror in him wanted more. He had patience and time though. Twenty souls already whispered his name under their breath, and the control he had over his neighborhood was iron clad. He'd learned to target the younger ones to draw him to his service.

A slow progress, but a satisfying one.

He'd heard the bar before he'd seen it. Crowded and dank, and not a place he'd visit. The cigarettes would bother him and he never liked being around that many people. Mortals got on his nerves.

The figure outside got his attention though and he stopped. He hadn't seen Mary since Valentines and despite how Xochipili had left he could not regret his actions. He missed her though.

He could leave now and not open that door, but he'd never been a coward. He still had to return her things anyway. "Mary."