25. 1114 A. D. Soul Stealing

A cloaked figure was sitting alone in the back of the local pub, if you could call it that.  His eyes were silver, and immediate giveaway that he was a Schatten and Viktor sensed his desperation.  

He was ripe for the picking and he knew it wouldn't take much to take advantage of this lonely sapling wallowing in his despair.

Viktor approached with two mugs of watered down beer, knowing that the alcohol wouldn't impair this Schatten but it would be a friendly jester.

"Go away blood sucker!" the Schatten growled.

"Oh my, you look like you need a friend.  I mean no harm." 

Viktor's voice was sweet harmony to this man's lonely soul, but he knew better. 

He had been raised in an Elder's home and he was well versed on the wiles of vampires and their desires.

Snarling at Viktor, he got up and walked out of the pub, after leaving several coins for the bar maid.

Viktor left the glasse