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*later*

Greg let his thoughts roam as he none-too-gently dragged Akio's order of 10 of human society's worst dregs, all bound and daisy-chained. He rather enjoyed playing a sort of nighttime superhero to the denizens of the human world. Not that the Imperium appreciates my efforts at helping them keep their streets clean, thought Greg, snorting derisively. Creatures they call me and my new brethren. Creatures indeed, he thought as he ran through his activities. His "collection" currently numbered 4 slave traders, 3 illegal WMD manufacturers, 1 pedo, and 2 would-be rapists. As an added bonus one of the would be victims seemed to know what he was and freely offered him some of her blood in gratitude which he gently drank with equal gratitude to help energize him for the return trip and healed the fang marks so as to leave no traces. She should appear to be slightly anemic to authorities but that would be nothing a little iron-rich food couldn't cure.

His new home came into sight, along with the ensuing chaotic environment that was part and parcel of life in the Cursed Wood. "Ah...home sweet home," he muttered as the castle's doors opened for him automatically now that he was part of the coven. He headed straight for Akio's lab and only hoped his sire would be pleased. He might not consider slave traders or weapons manufactuers, however illegal said weapons may have been, as the lowest of the low but he could only do so much on such short notice. He only hoped he would get better at this gig as time wore on and he grew more into his powers.