Taking a Walk

[Samuel Taylor]

Fear! Darkness! Something...looming out of the darkness. Claws tearing at his mind. His notes! His research! Did the Sabbat have it now? He must accelerate. New tests must begin immediately.

Opening his eyes and shaking his head Taylor continues walking, his limp causing a lopsided gait as his cane taps out a rhythm on the cobblestones. The Rich and Poor alike nod to Taylor, he is known to both social classes and respected by both. Looking around he sees a shape in an alleyway....

White skin stretched over blank sockets....No! Just his imagination

He needed to sit down, where was the bloody meeting again?