Lance was getting ready to go out and hit the clubs, looking for a suitable candidate to feed from. He had gotten ready like he always did; shower, shave, shirt. A liberal misting of aftershave and the ritual was complete; he was ready to go!
He used to feel at least a small frisson of excitement, but for the past couple of years he just felt tired of it all. He was flying solo tonight; his friend Toby sometimes came with him but they were on separate shifts tonight, so both were going to have to go out alone. Of course, he used to go out with his brother too, until he had bought himself a wife.
He signed out a car to use and drove to the city centre, where the streets were thronged with people enjoying the nightlife. It was getting on for 10pm when he parked up and walked the brightl
