Whytecliffe Abbey Vampyers: Like lambs to the slaughter - Lynn Taylor

The air was thick with a sickening smell, death surrounded the fishermen on every turn. Appearing out of thin air a clutch of Vampires approached Harry and George . These two old veterans were trying to make a bob or two, doing a spot of fishing for the local fish and chip shops. Harry and his mate sneaked a quick peek at one another and went white behind the gills. Old George the captain of this vessel took his unlit pipe out of his dry mouth, then pushed it into the pocket of his bright yellow fishing jacket.
They both knew that stench anywhere and moved nervously to the side, allowing this particular pack of vampires on board deck.