Marco had not smelled it at first because of a slight cold, but suddenly he noticed a sickly smell, a smell of rotten flesh, and he just turned as the smell got strongest. His eyes widened when looking at the big vampire in front of him and he let out a horrified squeak, tensing up.
He had never met a vampire before, never seen one, but this was his instincts telling him directly what this man was. And he got shit scared. He backed away quickly into the bar, beginning to shake. "No," He whimpered.