Marq followed blindly, not questioning the older vampire's expertise. He'd been rebelious enough for one day.
Atrelda walked down the sidewalk, subtly glancing at the 'food' that she passed. Most of the men didn't look at her, despite the tight top and jeggings she was wearing.
This was a normal practice for her, sniffing out possible snacks. But there was a scent she couldn't possibly ignore.
Three vampires.
She didn't run into her kind that often, but when she did, she played with them even more so than she did the humans.
The scent was unbearably strong now. Atrelda liked the scent; brick, pine-needles, and iron. It was, possibly, the single most attractive perfume in the world.
"Where are you, comerades? I can't see you, but I know you're there, my darlings," she called. When she peeked in an alley, out of sheer coincidence, and smiled wickedly. "Why hello. What are you hiding there behind you? It wouldn't be two of the highly discouraged fledgling vampires, would it?"
