Practicing blood craft
The night air was crisp and cool as George made his way through the bustling streets of the city. Despite the late hour, life pulsed around him. A young couple, the woman in a flowing red dress and the man in a sleek suit, laughed as they stumbled out of a nearby restaurant, clearly enjoying their date night. A street musician strummed a melancholic tune on his guitar, his case open for tips from passersby. A group of college students, backpacks slung over their shoulders, hurried past, likely heading to a late-night study session.
George pulled his dark jacket closer, more out of habit than necessity - his vampire nature made him less susceptible to the cold. He weaved through the crowd, acutely aware of the rhythmic beating of dozens of hearts around him. The scent of blood, warm and tantalizing, filled his nostrils, but he pushed the hunger down. He had fed earlier, knowing he'd need his strength for tonight's training with Amara.