for the past twenty minutes Zoltan had been doing what he did best in situations like these.....he was sulking.
He had made his way to this dim lit alley away from the main hustle of the tourists, and was now (and since he had arrived) sat on an old tire with his arms folded around his body and willing his toes (that clicked with each wriggle)
it had started so well too! what should he do now? and who was that Pisci character and that fellow on the device she showed him? If they were agents from the vampire council he needed to know more and get revenge!. But Pesci wasn't a vamp, he knew that already, as all vamps do when they meet face to face.
as he sat pondering what to do, a small ginger kitten appeared from under a nearby gate. It mewed a sweet little squeak and ran over to where Zoltan was sat, looking up at him with big sweet hungry eyes that could melt the hardest heart and mewed again. Zoltan smiled at the sweet kitten....scooped it up and ate it in two bites!
"I will follow them and see what they are doing here!" he said aloud (snacks always made him think better)