Octavius had been biding his time, waiting for the hunters to arrive. The girl was still unconscious, but now clearly moving, turning in her sleep as she slowly slid from deaths jaws and into the clutches of Octavius' brood. Octavius had begun to watch the world outside the window as soon as he saw a man move with speed only a pure could possess. He went from one place to another in the blink of an eye, maybe even less. Octavius would have missed it if he had not seen the same thing a thousand times before. Though, what intrigued Octavius more was what the man had sped towards, a young woman who was right next to the building that reeked of blood and death.
"Jeeves, I think we have a fellow pure here. We should probably give him a gracious greeting, right?" Octavius gave off a little chuckle as he sat back, relaxing in a limousine with the girl he had just killed and a mute driver. "Though, maybe he has something to do with that damned party? and if he does..." Octavius sighed, with his right hand across his forehead. "It's probably best to wait for those wastes of space, isn't it?" Jeeves just sat there, silently, as Octavius confined himself to even more waiting. Octavius was a lot of things, but he wasn't reckless.
After a few moments in that abyss of silent thought, Octavius' phone rang out in the dark. He quickly checked his latest text message.
"Unholy shit." He said. Someone he hadn't seen in years had finally decided to acknowledge that he exists. "My old friend, Azriel, is here, Jeeves. Seems he's looking around for the same scumbags we are. He's trustworthy, I think. Well, from what I can remember, he was at least somewhat trustworthy." Octavius typed out a message as quickly as he could. He didn't want to have to rely on those hunters for everything, since they couldn't even arrive fast enough.
Hello, Old friend. I'll try to make this quick. There are ferals in the area, and the building next to where I currently am is the residence of a small party full of them. I would like to talk with you a bit, but first, I need you to deal with something. If you come near the limo, you might be able to see a strange man up against a young woman, just outside that building. That man is most likely a pure. I want you to go over and see if you can find any information on the ferals. Be careful, though, they could be ferals themselves. If you need any assistance, I have some allies on their way here.
Octavius sent the message, and resigned the phone to his pocket. He took the next few moments to watch the sleeping girl, who's life he had drained not long ago. He was curious as to how she would deal with dying just to join the horrible world which she had barely escaped from beforehand.