That scent was way to familar, someone was bleeding.  To a vampire it was like chrismas came early, Fin was easily drawn to blood than they were drawn to a scent.  It was what brought them towards this scene, what you could describe a a scene or what they would like the aftermath of a mauling.  For once it wasn't from their own paws or fangs for that matter.

But they were not expecting to find Finn in the mayhem of this, of what he prompts for to be intended target for this mauling, who could have done such a thing? This wasn't right.  Fur bristling the vampire ran over towards the russian blue.  " Finn! Oh dear god! Finn!" they called out for once fear overtaking their hardwire for taking an advantage of a open buffet of sorts.  " Who the hell did this to you?" they whispered eyes wide.

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