He didn't doubt that for a second. Sometimes even John forgot that Natasha didn't have superpowers like some of her friends, until he saw the bruises. "Here, take this," he slid his hand into the bag and drew out a small bottle in the shape of the virgin Mary. "Tacky, I know but it's the real deal," he said of the holy water it contained. It was the most reliable weapon, other than a stake through the heart, but on that score, he suspected Natasha could improvise.
"Behind us," John told her, his pace slowing to match hers. "7 O'Clock or thereabouts," he said keeping his eyes straight ahead. Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth the position changed. "9 O'Clock, now," John scanned the territory and thought he could see a patch of unnatural darkness, different from the environment around them. "Just the one, I think," he told Nat.
John let his sixth sense reach out, knowing that it left his physical body less protected but sure of the company it was currently in. "There are two more," he said in a trance-like voice as he felt his way around the park with his mind. "Vampires," he said. "I think we've walked into a nest."