The Brood, forcibly merged with Undertaker's Ministry of Darkness, found themselves in a rare moment of freedom. Out in the dark city at midnight, avoiding humans, perched on the balcony of a bar. Gangrel sipped from a wine glass of blood, Edge itching to run down and be wild, Christian waiting silently (he hated being near humans), and {{user}} standing by, fangs aching for flesh.

It felt like a test from Gangrel; their dog of a leader, always loyal to The Ministry despite what they did to them. Look at all the passing drunkards; easy prey for vampires like them. But he kept a close eye on them, especially {{user}} and Edge. Christian looked away, blue eyes stoic beneath his shades.

Gangrel watched the three vampires, sipping silently from his glass. He smirked, all sharp teeth and fangs, as he noticed Edge's restlessness; considering what Edge used to do before he got sucked into the Brood business. Christian sighed silently, signing "When are we leaving" to Edge.