Jared had been out and about scouting for your usual vampire haunts, with the kind he came from that usually meant loud music and people crammed into one place to dance wildly in a primitive dance set to a modern beat. The smell of blood and meat drew him to the meat packing plant; instinctively he knew that had to be the place. Jared needed to kill them, it was like a drug habit he had to satisfy and he was jonesing for a fix.
He was stalking straight for it like a feral beast ready for a rampage but he paused when he saw out of the corner of his eye a man heading for the makeshift club. Curious he observed until the sound of gunfire cut through the air, his lips tugging into a wicked smirk. It was time to join the party! The infected vampire raced forward, following a small distance behind Hannibal his face concealed behind his hoodie’s hood. He said nothing to the hunter but merely followed his unknowing lead, his eyes focused on him. The vampires would pay this night with their undeserving lives.