Chapter 137
INT. - ST. BONIFACE HOSPITAL - NIGHT
Gideon whistled as he entered the elevator and pressed the button to the correct floor. He adored these little errands, especially when it meant gathering more sheep to his flock.
Utterly delightful.
A simple smile and a push of his charm at the night nurses had him cruising past their station, through the pediatrics ward. The scent of all that young death invigorated him, set his dervish heart to pitter pat with the delight of their pending demise. Too bad they were, for the most part, human. How delicious it would be to find a dying paranormal to snack upon in their final hour.
Not to be, alas. He carefully schooled his features as he approached the doorway, the pull of his subject drawing him on. He had a job to do tonight, and he really shouldn't allow himself to become distracted.