Daphne closed her eyes and activated her tattoo. The trail appeared in her mind's eye like a golden rope floating on air.
She followed it like the tracker that she was, bypassing the obstacles on her way even with her eyes closed.
She moved around the estate with the surety of one who knew every nook and cranny but it was just a side effect of her tracking tattoo.
She traced the vitality in the air, feeling it twist and turns. Important actions made by vampires, action involving a lot of vitality, left traces in the vitality of the air. Traces that could last days, months or on rare occasions, years.
Every vampire could read those events but she went a step further, creating a tattoo that could read those traces even when only a tiny wisp remained and sometimes, only that wisp was enough for her to find what she was looking for.
