Holmes blinks at the display. "Remarkable," he says, fascinated. "The alteration of bone structure..." he shakes his head. "I've never seen the like. I don't suppose you know if any autopsies have ever been performed on vampires?" He needs to make a phone call, but he'll wait until he's alone.
The limo rocks to a halt and Holmes looks up. "Ah. It seems we've arrived. One moment Spike, let me check that there is no one about." He opens the door and steps out of the car. He looks around, squinting into the night. "It appears the coast is clear," he leans back into the car. "If you would care to step out Spike, I believe your dinner awaits you." Holmes gestures behind him at the pasture of cattle, some standing and some lying down in the dark.