Another night, another failure. Dmitri sighed, swinging his legs over the edge of the roof as he took a seat. He'd been on the hunt for the elusive, fabled creature whose blood was rumored to be everything from a cure to vampirism to a weapon a mass destruction in the wrong hands. The stories all varied, each one wilder and more far-fetched than the next. Whether or not the blood was as special as many had claimed, all Dmitri knew for certain was that it drew his kind in like moths to a flame.<br/><br/>Dmitri had never been one for fairy tales. Had written this particular story off as just that, a story. It wasn't until that fateful night years past when he'd caught onto a scent so strong, so overwhelming in it's intensity that it'd imprinted on his mind so deeply, so completely that no other's blood had sated his thirst for weeks after, that he'd known. Had finally believed the rumors. He'd been hunting it ever sense. Had come close many times-- so close he could almost taste it, and yet it was never close enough. But he was patient, relentless, unwavering in his search.<br/><br/>About ready to call it a night, Dmitri pushed to his feet, tensing up as a breeze brushed past, carrying with it that unmistakable scent. It'd been brief, but it'd been strong, almost overpowering in it's intensity as it called to him. Leaping off the ledge, he moved as quick and silent as death through the rank back alleys, the smell of piss, unwashed bodies, and rotting garbage nothing but background noise to that sweet, sweet scent that he clung to, wrapping it around himself like a shroud. He knew that he wasn't the only hunter out tonight. Wasn't the only one who'd locked onto his prize.<br/><br/>Dmitri had no intentions of letting it get away from him again. Not this time. He was so close. So damn close his gums ached with anticipation. His mind fighting against the blood lust that threatened to consume him the closer he came; the human mask falling away to reveal the predator beneath: Top canines lengthening and sharpening as once humans eyes transformed into deep, endless pools of black.<br/><br/>Reaching the spot where the smell of blood was strongest, Dmitri slowed just long enough to survey the area, hunter's senses picking up the frantic pounding of boots on the ground, the sharp tang of fear that trailed behind his quarry as they moved through the building. Feeling the others closing in, he hurried into the building, determined to finally take what was his.<br/><br/>Dmitri reached his prize just as the other reached the door, pushing himself those few feet forward and grabbing hold of the other and pulling him flush against his body as his fingers wrapped around the man's neck,  "Found you," he whispered into the other's ear, the glee evident in his voice as his fingers tightened around the other's neck.<br/><br/>But any sense of achievement was short lived. The time for celebration would have to wait. Neither of them were safe just yet. Not when he could hear the vultures inching ever closer. Could hear their rabid snarls through the walls, a low answering growl rumbling in his chest. They would try to take what was his. Would kill him for it if they had to.<br/><br/>Dmitri would rather kill the human than allow anyone else to have him. "Invite me in," he said, his voice much calmer than he actually felt, "invite me in or we both die."