Oliver smelled a smell that drove him crazy, but he couldn't tell if it was good or bad. It was sweet, addictive and left him hungry.

He began to walk quickly among the people, squeezing the green hood between his fingers, pushing anyone in front of him.

From afar he could see a blonde woman tearing at a man's flesh with her teeth.

A pure-blood vampire.

And the sweet smell Oliver was smelling was hers.