Victor chased after the smell of Leon. He had a particular blend of malice and power that drew Victor to him. Something was happening, the vampire could feel it in his bones.
"I'm coming Leon." He whispered "just wait for me."
Suddenly, there he was; zipping across the woods chasing after a black blur.
"LEON."
The figured halted and looked around. "Ah, there you are. I was wondering where you had gotten to."
"Sorry, I had a few things to take care of." Victor smiled grimly.
"Who's blood is that? Yours?"
"Oh please, Leon! As if I'd let anything hurt me. You know I'm not an amateur!"
"If you're sure, I don't want you hurt. You'd do me no good in a fight."
"That's really sweet of you to worry like that, but I'm perfectly fine and ready for a fight." Victor's eyes narrowed in anticipation.
"Well then, let us greet my brother and his little band of rabble."