"Iliana", Dr. Sloan called, looking through his window into the cold streets at night. He lit up one of his favorite brand of cigarettes right before Iliana came into the room.
[color=0072bc]"You know you shouldn't smoke doctor"[/color]
"Ha!", Dr. Sloan chuckled, "As if this things could kill me. What's the status of experiments 2XIV and 3X15?" 
[color=0072bc]"Seems there has been no progress at all doctor"[/color]
Dr. Sloan took a slow drag of his cigarette, released a cloud of smoke up stream and turned to face Iliana.
"Doesn't matter. Give the test subjects a dose of lorazepam and release them. We have no further use for them. Then arrange for my lab to be packed and ready to ship and prepare for departure. We're moving for Sanctuary". Dr. Sloan couldn't help but grin as he said those last words. 
[color=00aeef]"Yes doctor"[/color], Iliana promptly left the office to prepare.

	Finally, he thought, a chance to start anew in a place for people like him. Dr. Sloan sat back on his chair. He put out his cigarette as he reached for a small container under his desk. As he opened it a wave of cold vapor escaped as he reached for an IV bag inside of it. Dr. Sloan stared at it for a little as his eyes turned read and his fangs began to grow. "What flavor is it today?", Dr. Sloan asked himself as he sunk his fangs into the blood filled IV bag and neatly began to feed. He was a man of science, he had no need to feed directly from humans when he could just procure blood in advance. Granted it didn't beat the taste of fresh blood direct from the source, but he was a practical man. Still, he allowed himself to hunt for fresh sustenance from time to time.