Eliot kept to the shadows as much as he could. He didn't think he'd been followed here but he didn't dare risk exposing himself. He didn't even know why his chantry had been attacked. But he was getting so hungry. And he felt lost with his sire dead even though he actually could hate him now.

He glanced up as someone walked into the alley he was in. He couldn't fight this anymore. He grabbed them and sank his teeth into their skin, managing to keep enough self control to avoid their neck.