Marcus and Samantha raced across the rooftops, their supernatural speed carrying them swiftly toward the source of the scream. The cool night air whipped past them as they leaped from building to building with inhuman grace. Their keen senses were on high alert, scanning for any sign of danger.
As they neared their destination, the scent of blood filled the air. It was fresh, tantalizing, and mixed with the unmistakable odor of fear. Samantha's fangs instinctively extended, her body reacting to the promise of sustenance. She forced the urge down, reminding herself of the gravity of their situation.
They paused at the edge of a dilapidated warehouse, crouching low to survey the scene below. In the shadows of an alley, they spotted three figures surrounding a fourth who was crumpled on the ground. The stench of rogue vampires was overwhelming.
