Slick hair, a trimmed mustache, and a cold sweat running down the side of his face, a man found himself standing in a studio in which he was most familiar with, his news studio. Today it held an air of unfamiliarity, the other humans in the room with him were not joking and lively before airing started, instead all of them were completely silent. And it only helped to increase to the eeriness in the air. The newsman was fiddling with his tie, hands shaking as he did so, and shakily they went to a handkerchief in his pocket, taking it out and rubbing the sweat off of his forehead before shoving it back into his suit's shirt pocket and clasping his hands, right over left, in front of him. In the corner of his eye he saw the signal that he was on, and he gulped, holding in a sigh, before he spoke. "Hello to everybody watching, I hope you are having a splendid day today." he began as he usually did, it sounded stale today, his voice completely monotone today. Another cold sweat ran down the side of his face, as he just imagined how much people would be watching this, how many people who's day he'd be ruining with tragic news. "If you are able to, that is.. I extend.. feelings of sympathy to those who may have been affected by the news that I am about to give.. Very recently, the city of Boston was very suddenly faced with the deaths of as estimated, four thousand of it's citizens.." The bomb was dropped now, he had begun down on the road, and as he stared at the lens of the camera he felt like he saw the expressions of everybody who just heard what he had said behind it. And a chill went down his spine at the thought, his eyes meeting the ground for a second before he looked back at the camera. "I am saddened to say that, I can not tell you the nature of these deaths, it is yet to be figured out what happened in Boston exactly, the deaths were so close to each other, and we think that it had not even been an hour before the final person of that number was murdered.. Now authorities are hard at work to find out what did happen, but for now.. I would like a moment of silence for those lost at Boston." ~Los Angeles, Downtown~ The sounds of William's footsteps were harmonized with the many people sharing the sidewalk with him. The vampire wasn't attracting great heaps of attention to himself, but he was visible, no attempt to hide himself supernaturally taken at all. But his hideous visage was not shown to the open either, instead he replaced it with a strange one. He was wearing a mask he had liberated from a certain costume shop a long time ago, a horse mask, the horse mask went over his smashed looking snout perfectly, the back of it had to be cut for his horns, but those were covered with another piece of a costume, a large cowl was over his head, going down to cover his eyes in shadows. The cowl went with a cloth robe that covered his tail, and had baggy sleeves to cover the bones coming from his arms. And to top it off he had a nice little cane. He did retrieve some stares, but they were not stares of horror, and they eventually turned away. His nerves were well in check, after all, this was not the first time he's blended in this way. And now if he bumped into someone he wouldn't have to flee immediately. And so he continued to walk, fitting in with the crowd around him. Eventually he stopped himself at a cheap little bar, pushing the door open with the little cane he held, a bell sound coming with his entrance. His eyes darted from side to side, and he got the uniform turn of gaze towards him. The reactions to him split into many divisions, some just dismissed his odd costume, those people were most likely wasted. Some others stared at him with different expressions, some confused, some amused. And some who's expressions were so blank William could not decipher the emotion behind them. The Vampire's boots tapped against the ground as he walked away from the doorway, he felt eyes following him, but he held no fear. What he was, he imagined that would be the last thing anyone would think of when they watched him, only the ones who were in his world would think such a thing, and he reasoned they would not confront him about it in such a place so full of mortals. Mortals carried about them such an aura of safety, they could not truly harm him if they did not know of him, and other Supernaturals could not truly harm him if they wanted to keep their skin and keep to the first law. A stool creaked under him as he sat at it, and almost immediately a woman walked up to him, behind the counter. She had bright red hair, wore a pair of fake geek glasses with no lenses, and had a bust that was much too large for her slender frame, William imagined that if he were to walk behind her then she would have had a behind that was in a similar state. Her entire appearance screamed "Fake" and she was well on her way to becoming a plastic doll, after all, she poured so much of it onto her body. "Is there something you need, Sweetie?" She winked at him, as if there was nothing unusual about his costume, and to her, there wasn't. "You don't sell duck eggs here, do you?" he asked, and the woman smiled, her eyes drifting from side to side before she leaned away from the counter. "Come with me." she said, beginning to walk away from the cover, and yes, William was certain her behind was 99% plastic. She led him into a small room at the back of the bar. The door creaking a little as she held it open for William, inside were four humans, three males and one female. They all had glazed looks about them, and were staring at the ceiling with this look, one of them was even drooling. William heard the woman close the door behind him, and he turned. He jumped a little as he looked at her, because who she was looking at was not the same woman at all, her skin was pale, without a blemish. Her hair was a strawberry blonde and went down to her shoulders, her bust was practically boyish, and William was willing to bet that her behind was anything but special now. He realized that this girl had likely been turned at a time somewhere around her early fifteenth year. And the clothes of her early avatar did not fit her at all, and with she, unsurprisingly, began to take off her clothes casually. Once they were all off and she had kicked off the heels, she looked at William for a second, before waving towards the four mortals. "Welp, might as well get this over with before the customers start missing me, take your pick." she said, her voice dull, and holding an air of business. William turned his head towards the four, and chose the one who his eyes fell on first, a big and burly tanned man, the one who was drooling stupidly. He nodded, an indication that his interest was on that person. And the female behind him walked to be side to side with him, and looked at that same person, a smirk on her face. "You, you will follow the man standing next to me." she said simply, and there was no confusion among the enthralled, just the one who was meant for walked up to William, still drooling, and eyes to the ceiling. William and the Sakrat exchanged dollars, and the Vampire lead his blood doll to a specified spot in the bar. He was walking out, sated, the redhead behind the counter in a process of waving at him when he paused, a radio on the counter beginning to buzz with life.. with most horrifying news.