After work, Luke walked under dim streetlamps towards the west side of the city, torn between hoping that the member of the congregation that was following him was terrified of walking through the night and sympathizing with the fact that he was just a man doing what was asked of him.
It was the dead of night, and Luke faked confidence as he walked through neighborhoods looking for a vacant house. He stayed vigilant, every sound of rustling leaves and passing cars making him jump, but no immediate danger came upon him or the man following him.
Luke spotted a realtor's sign in a yard and his steps sped towards the house. It maybe wasn't menacing enough to pass a vampire den to the naïve members of The Faith—it wasn't dilapidated, just vacant—, but it had to do.