That smell is different. So different that Daniel would dare to call it unique, exquisite. It's been 300 years since he smelled something similar. It travels through the air and swirls under his long nose. Another vampire. A female. No doubt.

A long stride and a flash of light and the vampire is no longer a man, at least in body. His cat form runs and dodges the rows of graves, guided by the smell. Her smell. There she is. A woman as lonely as the moon. Her dark silhouette lies kneeling on the fresh dirt. Her face is hidden under the shadows of her hair, but Daniel can smell, sense the human blood on it. She just ate. Maybe it's her first time. Stealthily, Daniel sits on his cat paws next to her. "When were you bitten?" The vampire asks in a gentle whisper.