Vincent strutted through the woods like he owned the place. Well, he had every right, considering he<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>own the place. A rather drab inheritance gift from his father, but free land is free land. It was a great night out; the moon shining through the rustling tree leaves, leaving patches of light on the forest floor. If he wasn't on the hunt right about then he might have taken more notice to it.<br/><br/>Three others of his clan followed nearby, though kept their distance. They knew what happened when they messed with Vincent. They would be shredded to bits, if they were lucky, that is. True, he might look average, maybe dressing a bit fancy for where he lived, but being the leader of the Nightshade clan, he had every right to show off. That was the truly accepted inheritance Vincent received from his dying father, complete control over all of his men and territory. Which included the lovely morsels that wandered into it.<br/><br/>One of his underlings lifted his head, inhaling deeply. Vincent glanced over his shoulder expectantly, waiting for a sign that this little trip wouldn't be a waste of time. The fang filled grin he received told him all he needed to know. They shot off through the night, trailing the scent of human. No, a woman.<span style="font-style: italic">Even better</span>, thought the vampire, his lips curled back just enough to show off his long canines.<br/><br/>He stopped just out of sight once he noticed the young woman. She looked distressed.<span style="font-style: italic">Probably lost</span>he quipped, smirking. He raised his hand, the others watching it eagerly, waiting for the signal to pounce upon their prey. They soon dove after the girl. Vincent took his time walking up to the girl pinned down, one vampire holding down one arm, the other held another arm, and the last one held down her legs. No need for her to kick anything Vincent would want to use later.<br/><br/>"It seems you've stumbled into my territory. Do you know what happens to people who walk in uninvited?" He spoke quietly, sounding rather calm for one who stared at a walking buffet. She was food, prey, nothing more. And he was ready to have his fill.