Seeking distractions from whatever was happening at or in the high school was apparently not the best of ideas. It only lead Nathaniel right back to his main concern. To be more precise, it lead him to his last client of the day (he told her to call her a proper plummer, not one she just liked talking to) who in turn had quite harmlessly dropped him off at the usual point. From there, however, the pull of Violence -- from a person, not the demon -- had snagged him just as soon as he had stepped out of the car. After waiting until his lift had driven away the angel moved towards the source of his current discomfort in as straight a line as he could physically manage -- without flying or climbing, both of which drew too much attention -- clearing streets of as much potential collateral damage as possible.
That he had to pause one idiot in his tracks (and relieve him of any weaponry) to achieve that said too much, Nathaniel felt.
With his sleeves rolled up, he continued onwards with a steady pace and very little intention of stopping until he had quelled -- permanently extinguished -- the need or intention to commit any act of violence that he could feel coming from that… Ah, a vampire. His senses caught the fact and slotted it into place carefully, ignoring the way she was walking towards him, though refusing to drop his gaze. He had fought demons who were far more imposing than any vampire in both ability and appearance. He had stared them in the eye as well. Knowing it was probably a bad idea to allow her to come so close, Nathaniel didn’t move. Instead, he noted that it was only her heels that meant she reached his height, more or less.
“You’ve had a good look,” he remarked, though not unkindly. “Now go home.” Or if she really was not careful, he would drain her ability to make that decision from her and leave her in a public place like a mannequin until she regained the ability to move.