The scent was wonderful. It wafted through the air rich and thick. But there was a sound accompanying the smell. It was a rhythmic pounding that was the most natural sound in the world. It could be frantic or feeble, strong or pitiful. It was a sound that most mortals were ignorant of. It was music to his ears. That music was a beating heart. The smell gave him pause. It was decidedly not purely human. There was something different about it, but he couldn't exactly say why. But it was decidedly feminine. It aroused several desires within him. Chief among them was his desire to sink his fangs into her flesh.<br/><br/>Shrugging it off, he pushed the door open. He knew the woman had approached the door. The vampire had the appearance of a twenty year old man. He had model like appearances (but most vampires did). He was garbed in a blue and white polo with blue jeans. It was simple, casual attire.<br/><br/>"My dear, you look weak," the vampire whispered. He walked over to where she stood. His eyes glowed faintly. He was charming her. Humans were easily charmed. That was why they were ideal prey for vampires. Animals were much in the same way, but their blood was nowhere near as good. The vampire placed his hand on her cheek, loving the feeling of her warm blood coursing through her veins. She was beautiful and she smelled delicious. "Mmmm, would you like for me to take care of you?" He whispered this in her ear. As he spoke his mouth watered and his fangs lengthened. The bloodlust was ragining within him nearly as much as his more human desire to bed her right there.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Ralmond stood outside of the warehouse. His scent was cloaked by a wristband that had been hexed by a witch in the nearby forest. It wasn't a long lasting spell but it had allowed him to go undetected as he stalked the vampire. He carefully pulled his gun from his pocket.<br/><br/>Of course things hadn't gone as anticipated. He had scoped the area. There hadn't been anyone in the warehouse fifteen minutes ago. But now there was a woman there. The problem was that this could easily shift into a hostage situation. He didn't want to kill the innocent woman who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Of course he could only infer she was a woman from what he heard the vampire say. He took a deep breath and crossed himself, preying. He needed to wait. Be patient. He had to wait for the potential victim to do something. Separation was ideal. But the moment he revealed himself the situation could have dire consequences for the woman. The vampire could strike.<br/><br/>But more than likely she would become a hostage. And that was not a game that Ralmond wanted to play.