His hunger was building again, and they had given him a new target. In the growing twilight he approached the windows of his target. She sat in her home before a warm fire. He tapped on the window and the woman looked at him and began to fall under his spell. She rose and let him into her home, and he began to work his power on her binding her to his will. Then he fed off her but not enough to kill her. It was not time for that, but he was so hungry. As he left her home and went out into the greater darkness. He smelt it again that sweet and intoxicating smell, and he chose to follow this time. He followed past a great manor and on to a small inn. He levitated and saw through a window a young man and woman sleeping in a room. That sweet smell was coming off one or both of them. He would mark them as his but not tonight. The dark was lightning, and he needed to return to his den.

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