She felt the buzz of the random traffic, heard the mumbling of people talking to each other as they made their way home, and the different sounds of footsteps, each a little quicker than the others. It seemed as if everyone was going out of their way to rush indoors tonight. Everyone’s anxious to get home. Wish that’s what I was doing, too. But she’d promised Tomas that she would take a look around, to see if she could find any evidence of a vigilante taking out vampires before she got to them. So far, she hadn’t found a thing out of the ordinary. There were no young or old vamps anywhere, just humans trying to get out of the cold night. Stepping out of the exhaust-fumed street, she turned into a back alley, and then later another, and another, until she felt like she was stuck inside an endless maze of alleys. She continued to search for several hours, but she still didn’t spot any sign of trouble. She hadn’t even run into a new, feral vamp that might be putting his or her existence in jeopardy by killing in public.
