Blane had no intentions of attacking anyone. He wasn't the type to take from people who weren't willing to give. He came upon the village right as they were scurrying around to get home. It was amusing watching them running and fleeing like little mice. He wondered how long they would do that. He didn't know about the other vampires attacking any who stayed out after dark. Besides which...he had already fed from some farmers cow. Didn't kill it though. He tried his hardest not to kill anything or anyone he fed from. He walked with his hands behind his head. His vest open and his clothes dark. It was a beautiful moonlit night. He wasn't bad like the majority of vampires were. He even had one friend who was a slayer. He hadn't seen him in a long time though. Which left him wondering how he was. He just kept walking. Wondering if this small village had any slayers. Some villages did and others didn't. He sure as hell hoped not. He didn't feel like a fight tonight. He just wanted to find something to eat. He was still a bit hungry. His fangs protruded down out into view just a little bit. They were pretty long fangs. He hummed a bit as he walked. Not a care in the world even though he felt all those eyes on him. So what. It wasn't like they were a threat to him.