Azuriel scoffed when he heard the bloodcurtling scream from a vampire. Young ones always thought they were untouchable like gods, that they can't be touch by anyone weither it be protectors or fellow vampires. It was when the scent of blood drifted to his nose, his forgotten hunger reared its ugly head. Images of the innocent people he had slaughtered quickly reminded him of why he wouldn't touch blood anymore. Too deep in his thoughts Azuriel found himself so close to stepping into town until he looked up to see the sheriff, the leader of the protectors, walking back home. Once, and only once had he had a run in with any of the hunter after his vicious slaughter when he was still young and when the town was still new. "Who's the idiotic one that thought he could just waltz in during the night and thinks he could break into one of the buildings to feed?" He muttered with a slight chuckle before he sat down next to one of the trees to rest. Everytime a young vampire gets himself killed, its always either a mountain lion or a black bear attack. The protectors never could think of something more original than that. If he stays here for the night, people are going to ask him why he's in the forest, but it will have to wait until the next day...if the light doesn't blind him first.