Vladimir turned the key in the lock, and walked in. His little room in the Steak and Kidney was his repose.

He putting the shopping bags on the kitchen table, and sorted out the packet from the butcher's. Lots of good, fresh meat, but cold... just not the same as ripping into a fresh, warm throat or thigh.

Vlad was determined to track down his Risen Goddess, and the only way he could think of doing so was to get back to the Black Lion Pub in Plaistow, on a Sunday evening.

He had been counting the nights, and getting more and more uptight as the time passed. This time, he would not fail.