The sounds of battle, the very faint sounds, disappeared. It was over then. The blood and corpses around him made it impossible for Erwin to smell the survivors, even when he stretched his senses as much as he could. But the vampire finally relax. If there were any werewolves alive, they wouldn't dare go into the forest, not so soon after the battle. They would probably gather somewhere, probably in an abandoned building, wait for their wounds to close and start building up their army again. If they did hunt, it would be for food, animals in the forest, away from the vampires territory. So he wasn't in danger anymore. And if there were any vampires alive, and Erwin hoped there were, they would go to the city, feed in sleeping humans to cure their wounds and return to clean the clearing. So he would have help. He only had to wait, and then his clan would return, well fed, and help him.<br/><br/>Erwin then began to slowly take the pieces of his thorn shirt out of his body, cringing when it brushed a particularly deep cut. It was a boring and annoying task, specially since he was so tired, but then, it was better than to have it brushing up against the wounds. He had finally got ridden of the last piece when he heard something, and tensed up.<br/><br/>The smell of blood was too strong to let him smell anything else, but he heard footsteps in the forest. They were very faint, and Erwin was sure that he wouldn't have listened to them, not in that distance, anyway, if it were a vampire. Carefully, he lift the black bangs away from his eyes, red eyes fixating on the general direction of the sound, and he waited, still, not making any noise. It was highly unlikely that it was a werewolf, but then, Erwin couldn't be sure. He knew the blood would mask his own smell, and maybe, if he kept still, the beast wouldn't know he was there. And yet, he felt terrified. If it was indeed a werewolf... Erwin took a deep breath, feeling the cold air fill his lungs. He didn't need to take deep breathes, as he didn't even need to breath, except when he was trying to smell something, but he had found out that feel of lungs full of air calmed him down sometimes. Strange, but true.<br/><br/>And then he became still again, no air entering or leaving his body, and he waited, eyes fixed on the same spot, listening closely to the footsteps that slowly were becoming more and more loud. And then, he finally saw a faint light illuminating a pale face and white hair. The light extinguished, and Erwin cursed to himself. He could still see in the darkness, but the person had hidden behind some trees, making it impossible for him to identify who it was. It could be a vampire, but Erwin doubted any of them would have returned, and even if they had come from the nest, they wouldn't need any light to illuminate the way. A werewolf normally wouldn't either, but the form was clearly human, and werewolves in human form couldn't see in the dark anymore than a normal human.<br/><br/>Erwin would have to make sure. He breathed, focusing on the smells the air carried with it. Blood, death and... His eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly. Human blood. What a human was doing there, in the middle of the forest, Erwin had no idea. In any other situation, he would have panicked that a human was seeing a scene of a war between werewolves and vampires. But he was hungry because of the fight. And the smell filled his body with a strength of a predator smelling his prey. He stood up, running towards the human, his speed so great that it would be probably impossible to see him.<br/><br/>Erwin pressed his body against the human, pinning him down against a tree, a strong hand around the others neck. He could feel the vein in the human's neck  pulsing with blood, and all his instincts telling him to feed. He leaned over, digging his canines in the neck, and trembling as he felt the blood fill his own body, pulling strength into it, making the wounds stop bleeding, satiating his thirst.  And then, he could finally think clearly, and he jumped away from the human, eyes wide in fear.<br/><br/>He had fed. On a human. Well, it wasn't like it didn't happen, but normally Erwin would make sure the human was sleeping, or that he wouldn't remember anything. He hadn't drank much, it wouldn't probably make any difference to the boy standing in front of him, but it didn't change the fact that he had allowed the boy to see him, a vampire, something strictly forbidden by his clan. Erwin stood there, at a loss of what to do, for more time than it had taken to him run to the boy and feed on him.<br/><br/>His mind was blank, except for the strange thought that the boy's blood was slightly different from the rest.