A Street in Town | Evening | Saturday | January 1

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Hannibal didn't know why he was still on the island other than the fact that he'd had fun last night for the most part. He'd seen old friends, had some fun and should have probably gone back to New York but he hadn't. Maybe because he knew he'd be bored up there, listening to Danica drone on and on, whining about every little thing

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Mitchell was doing something he hadn't done in a very long time.

He was hunting.

It didn't take much, when it came down to it, finding one inexperienced vampire cockily stalking about the island. It was almost disappointing.

There wasn't a hint of human trepidation in Mitchell's bearing as he slid fluidly through the shadows. Some ravens cried overhead, but he paid them no heed. His quarry was close. Very close. He could smell it.

"Hannibal!" he yelled, let the name drop, and waited.

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Well, having his name shouted like that wasn't completely expected but maybe it'd cure the boredom. He turned towards the sound of that voice, pushing off the wall and looking around.

"Can I help the owner of that voice with something?" he asked, eyes narrowed while he tried to find said owner through the shadows.

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"Yeah," Mitchell said. His voice was cool, almost professional, silky without particular concern for anything or anyone. He took another quiet, controlled step forwards. "So I hear you've been talking to this friend of mine. Kate. Best friend, really, but I don't suppose you'd care much for the details."

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"There something wrong with talking?" he wondered, sounding perfectly innocent about anything he might have done. He shrugged and almost smiled. "Why, she yours or something? Called dibs on that play toy already?"