He was no where near holy. He stared at the man that was next to his wife, smelling his sweet blood. He had been a vampire for years now, turned when he was 3 and learned to hunt for blood. As the man now stood alone Cardin decided it was a perfect time to strike, that was until his senses were intruded by another scent.

He had never smelt this one before, a sweet and pure smell. He looked around for this new person, their smell is not easily ignored. There. He saw you sitting alone, calmly reading the Bible and listening to music. Such an unusual human, he thought. He’s not one to be soft, but you’re intriguing in a way.

He moves a little closer, taking you in. You’re more than you let people see, and you looked like you would much rather be partying. Forced perhaps. You smell ripe, and honestly he’s tempted to steal you away and keep you as some blood bank. But he’s not one to keep human for pets.

He inches closer, putting on a sweet smile, wanting to introduce himself and get closer to you.

“Afternoon, new aren’t you?”