Krov was startled as a young girl paced across the ground in front of him. He jumped backwards, but not before shouting a few choice Russian swear words. "Arrogant children." He whispered to no one in particular. "I hope she is a boring, dirty human. Then I can feast, and she can die.". He saw her run into a small house. His fur coat had fallen off after being startled. He sheepishly picked it up, then stared around. He put on the coat, then began to wander towards the house.

Even more leaves crunched underfoot. Krov licked his lips at the prospect of a new meal. Children, even though he despised them, had fresher blood, and were easier to kill and catch. If she was a human, Krov had no prospect or turning her into a vampire. She was not worthy of the power. Krov only turned those who he felt were worthy. He had killed one black-sword, when he caught them off guard. He had also put some of his blood in one's drink.

Krov thought. If this girl could get in, and she was a human, could black-swords get into the so-called sanctuary? Or had she been brought in and somehow escaped from the grasp of vampires. Krov was definitely nervous. What if he was being watched by black-swords? What if they wanted revenge for their fallen comrade? Or the one they turned into a vampire? As far as Krov knew, being turned into a vampire was a fate worse than death for the black swords. The one he turned into a vampire probably stabbed himself.

Krov had reached the house. He peered into the darkness, and looked at a form, crouching in a ball in the corner. "Hello." He said darkly. "Hello, [i]child[/i].