Nathan
Nathan rested his head on his folded arms as he leant against the slats of the moving truck. He couldn't sleep yet, and he'd have to jump out soon. Couldn't stop. Places to go, people to warn, people to wake up out of sleep.
And he was thinking finding that damn cat was going to take a hell of a lot longer then finding the others.
He grabbed his bag and slid to the ground on the offside of the road, rolling off it before a car came and sent him flying. He stood and dusted off his clothes.
Near sunset. He better find a place to hole up for the night. Demons, demons everywhere and all out for a drink... Nathan shuddered slightly. It had been rather bad so far. He'd forgotten...
Forgotten the tenseness as you clutch the cross and stake while the vamps circle the building outside, talking amongst themselves. Occasionally fighting and tearing each other to pieces. Just because it walks and talks like a human, a demon is a demon. The shivers and the waiting...listening, listening so hard your ears pick up imagenary sounds. Because what if they really did manage to get an invitation? What if...
Nathan walked into Saint Louis and set out to find a plce for the night. He found a warehouse.
"This is my home, for as long as I'm here. Let no creature of the night disturb me, for this is my home," he said quietly, setting up claim. Otherwise you had to spend at least three days in the place to make it safe. And he didn't have time for that. Plus he'd be dead at the end of the three days.
Nathan curled up on an office chair and dozed uneasily. He could hear howls.
When the morning came, he got back on the road.