WHO: Hermione Granger & Ron Weasley. WHAT: Arrival from the woods of Britain to the city of L.A. and then vampires attack. WHEN: April 8th, Late evening. WHERE: Somewhere in L.A. RATING/PROGRESS: PG so far for violence and language / In-progress.
Tossing her diary aside, Hermione stood up from her place outside tent. Stretching her tired limbs, she glanced wearily around their encampment. The sun had long set, and the shadows played tricks on her eyes, but the place was completely devoid of activity. Every place they went seemed to be quiet, boring, in a way that made it seem like the weeks going by were dream, a dream full of absolute nothingness. The only lead they'd gotten on anything recently was about Gryffindor's sword, but the cheer from thinking they could find it was ruined by Ron's departure, and the fact that things were going so ridiculously slow. They never went this slow in the fiction books Hermione had read before, and the idea that any book would lie to her like that just downed her mood evermore.
Pacing back and forth the length of the tent, Hermione tried to sort out her thoughts, and relax, but only managed to become more aggravated with all that was going on. She twisted her hands around behind her back, fiddling with the bracelet or two she wore on them, becoming completely lost in her thoughts. How were they going find the remaining horcruxes? What would they do if they were caught by the Ministry? What were they going to do with the locket? Why did Ron have to be such a complete arse? So stuck in her thoughts she was, she was quite surprised when she tripped and found herself on her hands and knees on what looked strangely like a sidewalk.
"What the..." She stood up slowly, feeling that her knees had been scraped on a rough patch of the cement. Looking around her, she quickly saw that this was not a clearing in the middle of a forest. There was no mistaking it, she was somewhere in a city, and not a particularly familiar one. There were a few men standing nearby, but Hermione didn't want to take the chance that they could be Death Eater's ready to kill her. Harry was no where to be seen, nor were any of their things.
She began walking down the sidewalk, looking around constantly, her hand in her pocket grasping her wand should she need to pull it quickly. She considered the thought of apparating back to the tent, but it didn't look like she was even in Europe anymore, much less England. If she had to guess which country she was in, she'd have to say it reminded her more of America than anywhere else. And if that was true, things were definitely not looking good. Planning to go to the first police station she spotted, she walked at a fast pace, almost a run, wanting to figure this out as soon as possible.