I'll think of a title later.

Thick fog spread all over the church porch. No light. Nothing.
1am and sure to have no one around, it should be safe.
I put my car in park, turned off the engine and got out.
Cold wind brushed against my face, so refreshing I tilt my head back to look at the sky, then close my eyes from the pleasure of the scent of the night air.
An unfamiliar scent drifted past my nostrils as I inhaled. My eyes quickly fluttered open, a new scent. A person.
They were close by, but they are weak, very weak that they might not make it through the night. The scent was getting stronger, and I noticed that what made it stronger was an open cut, still streaming with blood.
I'm not used to all of this, I've only been this way for a week. My senses and strength still frighten me.

(This needs finishing)