Eliana Silverstein was in a good mood, a very good mood, she got to go hunting with her boyfriend tonight. Word had it that some vampires were breaking the law, feeding on humans, and rumors were also floating around that a coven, or as she liked to call them "the minority that makes the majority look bad," were planning on...well, nobody really knew, but something had to be done to rescue them, so naturally, the Clave sent her and her boyfriend to solve the problem.<|im_end|>
The best thing about hunting wasn't the actual thrill of the chase, or even of the kill for that matter. No, thought Vincent Archambault. Though hunting certainly had its perks - the rush, the job well done - The best thing about hunting was the post-hunt roll in the hay. So when the Clave sent him and his girlfriend, the lovely and talented Eliana, to a supposed coven to take out its supposed vampire inhabitants, he was there in a heartbeat. "You womenfolk sure take your time getting ready," he said to Eliana as he climbed in through her window.<|im_end|>