Lost in his own thoughts, Julian does not hear the newcomer approach. Startled, he backs away quickly. He opens his mouth to hiss, then closes it abruptly, mindful of the bruises from his last encounter. He eyes the stranger warily. He is Julian's kind, the boy can sense that much. As for what he wants...that remains to be seen.
Julian supposes he is like the other, the dark one. This stretch of riverfront must be his hunting ground. Julian looks around a bit sadly. He had no intention of staking a claim, but he liked it here. It's quiet and peaceful, and he liked looking at the water. But the stranger will chase him away now, just like the other. Julian looks at him, taking in his casual stance, his smug air of confidence. London seems to be crowded with vampires, ancient and knowing, and none of them eager to share with some lonely misfit boy. Anger wells up inside Julian. He wishes he could stand his ground, but he knows he's in no condition to fight.
He backs up another step, letting just the tips of his fangs show.