He was out for the night, growing tired of sitting around and waiting for some word that the hunter had been found. But half the thrill was the chase itself. Just as he passed by an old church the lights came on. That he took as an invitation, if not a sign.
"It's been a while since I've confessed my sins." And holy blood always tasted better, at least to him it did. There was a sweetness to it. Mounting the steps leading to the front doors he walked in without so much as a knock. The must of the place being closed up for so long immediately attacked his senses.
Then there was the aroma of wax and sacramental wine. In his minds eye he could see the ghosts of the past here, people that were baptized here, priests in their robes as their followed took communion. He continued to walk down the aisle and saw the enormous crucifix , it was dusty and it always amazed him how wrong they had it. He looked nothing like that at all. Not that it really mattered, that was trivial.
A new scent caught him, one of power, it was regal and even elegant. Not human, the closest thing he had smelled of his original children in quite some time. Perhaps one was still alive?