[center][h2][color=003471]Elijah Harding[/color][/h2][/center]

"I'll move on ahead and go to the club first. Scout it out a bit. I sorta know the area, so I'll be fine on my own." Elijah jumped into his car and sped off into the street. At the moment, he hardly cared for street regulations, speeding as fast as he could while still maintaining some semblance of control, and weaving in and out of traffic. This caused the ire of pretty much every other driver on the road, but Elijah could care less. The police barely patrolled this part of town, as this was a seedy, poverty stricken area. His chances of getting a ticket were close to zero. 

The authorities' indifference in the area was probably why there was so much vampire activity around here. They could murder as many homeless people they wanted, since no one really cared much about them. If you thought about it, when was the last time you saw the same homeless person twice? Only other homeless would know if they were missing, and even then, the police weren't going to take a report of a hobo missing seriously.

Elijah's car came to a screeching halt across the street from the club as he slammed his brakes. He grabbed his Mossberg in his passenger seat, and stepped out of the car. The brief noise of electronic music radiated from the club, as well as excited screams, and had Elijah not been informed of the situation, he would have passed it off as any other gathering.

Seeing Octavius's limo, he walked up to it and gently rapped on one of the passenger side windows, trying to get the purebred vampire's attention.