It was not easy reaching his destination. Lucas had been in Boston for 50 years, a large amount of time to some, but simply a blink of the eye to his elders. All of them having lived in the New England area for well over 100 years, some of them having even been soldiers in the Revolutionary and Civil Wars. Lucas couldn't boast such historical or cultural ties. He reflected on this while in the darkness of his coffin, the feel of the road beneath the U-Haul making its way up to him. After years of stalking the streets of Boston with the utmost care, Lucas had made a fatal mistake. He had allowed someone to see him while he was feeding. Nobody was in the alley when he first found the young girl clothed in tattered rags and shivering from a combination of the cold and withdrawal.