Cain Hargreaves

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Cain Hargreaves

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I've been sent out on a new job; a pretty exciting job. This job has actually come from the government, rather than just off my family's suspicions. It apparently involves a Valtore, although no one is quite sure which one. Not that it matters, I'll still kill it anyway. I mean, I'll track the bloodsucking leach and bring it into the dungeon. The reason for this change in procedure is apparently because of the Valtore's renown; the french twist have somehow captured the attention of teenage girls across the globe. How? I'll never know. I know they're just leaches, corpses who simply drain the life from others to sustain their undead state. They're basically parasites. The sighting of the Valtore was out here, in the alleys behind the nightclubs of London. Typical vampires, hiding behind the darkness. I've been out here for just under an hour now. I'm trying to be inconspicuous, and I've only brought my dagger - I've hidden it in my jacket so that it's out of sight. I'm even smoking a cigarette, just to sell the illusion of 'casual' that little bit more. I scuff my foot against the gravel, raking my free hand through my hair. I'm starting to lose hope here. What if this job was a ruse? I murmur to myself as I exhale smoke from the cigarette. "Fuck.....where is this leach?" Then I hear it: the sound of bins rattling with no clear cause. I smile to myself and grasp my dagger while it sits in my pocket. The games on. The leach is around here. I just can't see where. I decide to taunt the vampire a little - if it's even around here. "Where are you, you damn leach? Too scared to come out and play? Eh?"