London, United Kingdom Early Morning
The air was damp as Amelia made her way down the sparsely populated streets of London; she had been hunting all night but had found nothing.
She had travelled to London on the word of her sister Madeline who was studying there, according to her there had been a string of bloody murders in which the carotid artery had been torn out. Madeline suspected vampires were to blame, and so Amelia had come into London swinging. But so far, nothing had been found.
Sulking her way back to her sister's apartment Amelia noticed a cloaked figure walking silently down the street in front of her. From watching it walk she could tell that it didn't want to be noticed, and when she became closer to the figure Amelia found that it was tailing a woman.
Could it be a fang? She thought quickly, lonely women on dark streets were common targets to rogue vampires. Easy to over power with little witnesses. Perfect for the stealing.
She'd have to tail them just to be sure.
The man in front of her walked very carefully, his steps were silent and decisive. As if every move he made was carefully calculated, he made his intentions very clear to Amelia. He was hunting the poor girl.
The man soon began slowly quickening his pace, he was planning on closing in on the girl as she rounded the corner. And before Amelia knew it he had swooped around the corner.
Hearing a shrill scream Amelia rushed around the corner only to find nothing. No man, no woman, no nothing. Not even a car on the dark street.
"What the fuck!" Amelia exclaimed.
Madeline was right, Vampires were in the city. And Amelia had just lost one.
Amelia had no choice but to head back to her sisters apartment. She couldn't find a trace of Vamp or human on the streets anymore, she hated to admit defeat but the reality was right in front of her.
I can't believe I let that happen, she thought to herself. I let a Vampire get away with taking a girl who was right in front of me!
She stared emptily at the ceiling above her, sleep wasn't coming easy to her. Guilt was weighing on her conscience and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't rationalize not acting.
Knowing she could have saved that girl was killing her. There was no excuse when lives were at stake.
Sighing she rolled over onto her side. She had spoken to the local group of hunters the week she had arrived in the city, they had told her that Vampires were rather scarce in the city. And that they had no evidence of any being in any of the murder sites. It was truly baffling, how something that kills that messily couldn't be found was beyond them.
Madeline had only called her to the city because she was getting worried, she thought that maybe more hunters could help in the search for the thing. And even though Amelia succeeded in finding one, she was rather reluctant to tell the locals.
Closing her eyes Amelia visualized the scene in which she witnessed the Vampire. She had to find some kind of telltale detail that she could use to track the thing down, it had become clear that these things were getting better at camouflaging themselves to hide in plain sight. She had to have some way to identify the creature in a crowd of by standers.
Going back to the dark street Amelia pictured the man in front of her. He was of average height and dressed in black, from the back she could tell that is hair was shaggy but with the low light she couldn't guess the exact color. She guessed blonde, so she'll have to go with that.
His jacket was long and looked to be rather formal, which was strange. For someone who didn't want to be seen or recognized. His pants looked pressed and his shoes were the fancy pointy kind you'd expect someone to wear to a fancy party.
All together Amelia was left confused as to his dress. It was extremely strange for Vampires to dress that formally. Most Vampires dressed to blend in, to not be seen. Amelia had dealt with many who had disguised themselves as homeless peoples because they were easily overlooked. And the girl he was hunting wasn't dressed formally either so any reason as to why he would be dressed that way was blown away.
It was very strange. But Amelia supposed it would make it easier to spot a man in formal attire trailing the streets at night, so however weird it worked in her favor.
Amelia decided that the next night she'd stay out until dawn to patrol the streets in watch for the man in black.
And if she couldn't find him, she'd have to swallow her pride and notify the local hunting community of what she had found.
She really hoped with wouldn't have to come to that.
After calculating a hunting plan Amelia finally settled down on the couch in which she lay. She'd need a full nights rest for what she had planned. This time he wasn't going to get away.