Blood.
Blood tainted the air. To Gayle's dismay, her mouth was watering even though it was vampire blood. She had to eat, even if the thought of it made her nauseous. 'Jared hurt me more than I initially thought.' Gayle walked the halls with confidence, thinking, 'I can hold out another week.'
As she passed, the vampires bowed to her, and she politely nodded at them. Gayle hated it when they treated her like she was a goddess. Except for the fact that she was Jared's wife, she could have been any of them. In no way did she rise above them simply because she was his wife.
The curfew alarm sounded loudly and abruptly, bringing her out of her thoughts. At the very least, a century had passed since that warning system was last employed. Simply put, it meant one thing and one thing only. The serial killer had returned and the blood she smelled earlier was from his latest victim.