Things did not go as planned. Here you were running out in the rain, completely drenched from the rain as it poured over the residents of Budapest. Occasionally you'd bump into some people, angry shouts following it up as you rammed yourself through the different groups of citizens while they headed for the slightly wet stairs that lead to the metro station. You managed to get for some cover, looking around frantically with nothing but the sound of heavy rain fall reverberated in the open space.

God, things would've gone better if you hadn't been left alone at that stop at the metro station. You've been followed by someone or something had followed you and attacked you.. Though this time you could tell that it wasn't the same damned thing following you, no, this was a different presence. The air was different, it was suffocating, making it hard to think and breathe. Your hands pressed at your skin around your shoulder, feeling the dampness of both water and presumably blood; fucking hell. How did you end up in this situation, anyway? You didn't know how. You stood there, your eyes running over everything as you swallowed harshly, feeling oddly parched and not because of all that useless running.

Before you could even get another thought in, you'd see you movement out of the corner of your eye, the faint glances of a long coat being shown in the slight light of the darkened skies above the rain stricken city. The thing or rather the person that was joined alongside you in this area was the very thing that had caught onto your scent, onto your copper struck aroma that seemed to drown out the smell of the rain. "You've been bitten." The voice that sounded was not necessarily deep, but it was smooth, accented and one would even say sophisticated in tone. Interesting. The man that came out into view was one standing at 5'10, lovely blue eyes, long hair and black donned leather trenchcoat. "You've not long." He'd say, tone grim as he started to step forward.