Okay, this is post movies. I've only seen bloodlust, but I've got a pretty good idea of what all's going on… I think. If I really outrage anyone, please just tell me what I've done and I'll fix it right away, but please don't flame…this is just based on the movie…or post movie…whatever...
D rode down the grassy slope in stillness. Not even a slight breeze disturbed the calmness of the September day. Even Lefthand was surprisingly quiet, not full of obnoxious comments, and blather, as he usually was. D paused, pulling gently on the reigns of his steed. He could sense something… He wasn't alone… He whipped around suddenly, wheeling his horse. Behind him he heard hooves pattering far off in the distance. He didn't know of anyone who knew his road…most humans avoided it, and vampires who did know of it weren't likely to be out during the day, and probably not headed where he was going.
He was headed to a small town nearby to the meadow he rode in now. There had been a vampire attack earlier that week. Seventeen were killed, one taken. A young man. He was to be found dead or alive, and he knew that the citizens of the town had a heavy bounty on his return. And on the head of the vampire kidnapper. He also knew that the citizens didn't care if a Dunpeal was their hunter or not. They just wanted the boy back and vengeance for the ones who were killed.
He listened harder, but it seemed the hooves he heard had fallen still. Maybe it had been his imagination, but he doubted it. He turned around very slowly, and at last took off again down the road.