Loui turned around and began to proceed up the stairs. His footsteps were soft and almost silent, as though his feet were not touching the stairs.
Draven followed beside him. His senses were heightened, and he could hear the faint sound of his prey's heartbeat echoing in the stillness of the day. The faint scent of fresh blood filled his nostrils, sending shivers of anticipation down his spine.
He immediately frowned in confusion. "I smell blood. What did you do, Loui?"
Loui glanced at him and shrugged with an awkward smile on his face.
"He got on my nerves, so... I kind of used my fists on him."
Draven gazed at him in disappointment and pinched between his brows.
Loui was a very short-tempered vampire, and the smile on his face often belied his terrible emotions.
As they reached the top of the stairs, Draven could see the door to his prey's bedroom slightly ajar.
