The ride was uneventful. The young vampire clung to his Sire taking in the scenery and watching the wolves. He contemplated the conversation he had had with Dorian in the cave. He supposed that he could live with Dorian's rules about being clean and tidy. So long as the older vampire could stand the times he was not perfect. 

Arriving at the outskirts of this new town he adjusted himself behind the older vampire and looked over his shoulder at the lights. Dorian explained to him the rules. "Alright," he agreed. There was no point protesting or causing trouble. Dorian knew what he was doing and James had to trust his judgment. He was not completely pig headed. 

James continues to hold on as they approached the town. They entered the sleepy little place, James could hear voices coming from the two local inns as they rode through. He licked his lips smelling the blood, and also smelling something else, something strange. But his attention was quickly caught by the scent of blood again.