These ghouls thought they had the advantage because of the impending dawn, but dawn would only sap the strength of a new vampire. Instead of inspiring fear, the sight annoyed Mencheres. Then the ghoul smiled, showing he'd filed all his teeth to points. "Have you seen him?" "Not smart to be out so close to dawn, vampire," the ghoul with the heaviest scent of blood drawled without answering Mencheres's question. "Short blond hair, tribal tattoos on his upper arms, silver piercing in his eyebrow. They looked to be in their late teens, and from the energy in their auras, they were teens in undead years as well. "A young vampire went missing from this area recently," Mencheres said by way of greeting, ignoring the way the ghouls began to circle around him. The other four didn't have that coppery aroma clinging to them, but from the predatory gazes they leveled on Mencheres, they intended to rectify that. Another inhalation revealed it was vampire blood two of them stank of. They showed no concern when he walked inside. Mencheres smelled blood even before he caught the earthy scent of ghouls clustered on the ground floor of the decrepit warehouse.
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