:stuffed into a packing crate Drain had time to sort out what had been happening with the thin bloods. He knew they wer atemping something big, something catistrophic, but he couldn't figure how the thin blooded vampires could orchstrate anything so devestating.
:the crate came to rest in the morning so Drain tood the time to rest. when he awoke he listened for sounds, he heard only 2 things. the queit mumbelings of Belle in the crate next to him and the shuffeling of someone else in the room. with the strength of ages Drain pulled the Nails that bound the top of the box closed down into the box. He eased open the lid and crept out like a spider. He crouched down and looked around(( i gotta go to work crap i have to leave early belle take over man))