(OOC: Continued from The Vampire and the Werewolf )

IC: A black van pulled up in an abandoned alleyway. The doors at the back opened and two big guys carried Terrance’s unconscious form out. Hunter stepped out of the front and watched as Terrance was slumped up against the wall, the bottle of scotch placed in his hand.

Nodding his approval the men got back in the van. Surveying the scene one last time he smiled cruelly at Terrance’s unconscious form before getting back into the van. The van drove away, leaving Terrance to wake up in the alley once the sedatives wore off.

Terrance's slumped over form lay there for a few hours. To another's perspective it appeared that he was dead. Except for the fact that his chest barely rose and dropped, a sign that he was still breathing. Terrance's hand opened a little in his slumber, and the scotch bottle dropped the ground, a small clanking noise being made when it fell.

The alleyway only had a few things in it, one includng the body of Terrance. The other belonging to a small rat that skittered across a trashcan and onto Terrance's form, sniffing at him. At first it believed Terran to be a large piece of food that would please it's stomache for a months or so, til Terrance groaned and moved slowly to his side.

Nearly awake, and deeply drunk, at least that was his impression. His body slowly moved, his head throbbing from the small noises and smells that were increased by his hightened sences. He began to get up, his whole body was sore. but for what, he had no recollection of why. He looked down, realizing that he had no clothes, well except for some very, very tattered remains of his black denim jeans. He cursed silently at the aspect of being "Tarzan" and got up, rubbing his head and starting down the alleyway. Hoepefully he would find some loser off the street he could nab some clothes from if not...well...let's just say there would be some very excited teenage girls..back at the mansion...