Not just any vampire, this vampire had a very speical problem. One that a man like Paul could be great help with. The vampire looked more pale then he usually does and his eyes a little hollowed. He looked like a human on deaths door, but he came here for a purpose. To find someone worthy. Someone HAD to die tonight, the masquerade may forbid killing but Dorian NEEDED to kill once every now and then just to live.

Dorian looked at the strange eyes a moment his green eyes looking tired as he made his way to the bar. "Bourbon, hold the ice." He spoke calmly. He had just arrived back to his old plantation house days before and was still settling back in. Los Angeles got too hectic for him.