The year was 1789

It was a dark night, you, a vampire over a century old, were walking down the dark streets. Trying not to draw attention from the beggars in the alleyways. Millions of smells bombarded your nose, body odour, spices, herbs, and smoke. You were walking at a brisk pace, the black cloak you were wearing slightly billowing behind you as a small breeze came on.

Then, a new scent caught your attention. Blood. And lots of it. You had mastered your bloodlust by now, but you still walked towards it, wanting to know where it came from.