It was a winter night in London. The distant bells tolled signaling the sunset had fallen. Caius hadn't spent a second indoors when night fell, a usual habit. The cold didn't bite at him like it would with humans, yet he still wore a winter coat.

He was visiting here, not for very long. He had missed the exhibits and the art museums. He was walking the streets, not looking to feed, not this time. Perhaps just solitude, which he enjoyed the most.

Caius watched as someone came out from one of the store fronts, a human by the scent of it. He was going to walk past said human when suddenly he felt something deep within him twitched.

No, it couldn't be. And yet it was. He stopped dead in his tracks, feeling disgust and curiosity creep into his being.

He had found his mate.