The year 1750, the place London, England, it was a dark night the streets rolling with fog, as two mysterious strangers appeared wandering the streets and back allys going places others feared to go. The man was tall, his eyes dark, a hint of danger in them, he was wearing very fine clothes, taking the appearance of someone of higher class, a noble, who shouldnt be walking these streets as he did. But as he prowled he was eyeing anyone he passed as if looking for his next meal. People saw him and his compainion and just wanted to get away, but at the same time were drawn to them by some unseen force. As he reached the end of the ally he looked to his partner, and said in a deep brooding voice, "Well my love, where shall we go tonight. I'm getting rather hungry, and all of these....<em>humans</em>around us, are such a tempting treat." He said spitting the word 'human' off his tongue like it was some kind of infectious disease.<br/><br/>As he awaited her response he looked around again, the streets were filthy, crusted in the grim of the lower class, and the citizens around him matched, all were wearing ragged dirty clothing, there skin unwashed, the stench of humanity all over them. The scent to his hightened senses made him sick to his stomach, but at the same time, there was an alluring aroma underneath it all. An aroma that he could feel in the air, it throbbed just below the skin of these lesser beings, hot and warm, liquid red, as good as gold to him. The aroma of blood......