<strong>Sabien Theunissen</strong><br/><br/>The somewhat petite vampire led her charge through the various alley ways of the city arm in arm.  The scent was not something one would want to dwell upon, but it was where the trail of blood went.  Periodically she would stop and check the blood again, checking its consistency and how dry it was before continuing on.  Sabien's eyes wandered as she walked, taking in the surroundings, collecting information to hint at what this being was like.  So far, the only thing she could conclude was that she bled rather profusely and had rather poor taste in neighborhoods.  On the other hand, if one was wanting to dissuade pursuit these were rather ideal areas to do so.  Between the smell, the liquid and solid refuse and the occasional inhabitants of such a place, well...she was rather over dressed for any kind of rendezvous here.<br/><br/>The trail seemed to wander almost aimlessly before they stopped and Sabien looked to Tiphanie, "well, apprentice...the blood trail ends here, rather suddenly.  What are your hypothesis?"