Another cold night, another vampire aristocratic meeting where Archibald had to meet with others out of pure compulsion of his status in the vampire world, but this night was going to be different for him, something he had been waiting for years was going to happen.

Not far from the meeting place, Archibald was struck by a familiar scent, distant but still the same one he knew and loved so many years ago. His eyes lit up as he looked around to find the person responsible for the familiar scent.