Alex isn't the only one doing a little exploring tonight. Julian has also heard of the hunters and has set out in search of them. Of course, if Leo were here, he'd cuff Julian for even thinking such a thing, but he's not here, is he? Julian is lonely and bored, a combination that, mixed with his longstanding hatred of vampire hunters, makes for a very dangerous brew.
It amuses him, too, the thought of hunting the hunters. As if clumsy humans were any match for his kind. Stealthy? Hardly. And quiet? They're completely incapable of it. The very cracking of their bones as they move can be heard clearly by one attuned to such things, and their whispered mutterings to one another might as well be shouts for all the good they do. Perhaps it's anger that compels Julian as much as boredom and impulsiveness. He hates them because they kill his kind, and for the arrogance that leads them to think they should decide who should live and who should die. And, though he will never admit it, he hates them for being human, and because he will never be again.
He catches up to one of them in a small grove of trees at the edge of the park. She's alone, which is foolish. But perhaps he is even more foolish not to wonder why. A twig snaps under his boot and she turns, her hand automatically going to the blade at her side, but she's not fast enough. Julian is on her, fangs wicked and glistening in the moonlight as he yanks her head back. He intends to bite through her throat, silencing any screams so he can drink his fill, but she's strong, and jerks her head aside at the last moment. A shrill scream briefly pierces the night air, cut short as Julian finds his target and his fangs sink in deep.
But the damage is already done. There are shouts and the sound of running, heavy boots crashing through the underbrush. They must have been waiting nearby, using the girl as bait. Julian curses, fangs bloody as he fists his hand in her hair and yanks her head back for the coup de grace. Her eyes are wide, staring up at Julian with horror. She tries to speak but nothing comes out save a horrible gurgling sound. Julian bites down, tearing at her jugular. A moment later, there's a heavy thud as her body hits the ground, her blood steaming in the night air as it gushes over the carpet of dry leaves.
The group of hunters crashes into the grove of trees. "She's dead!" one of them shouts, kneeling beside the body. There's a deafening bellow of rage and they take off after Julian, who is already running, his boots sliding on the wet grass as he navigates a steep hill. He curses again as he runs. Merde! He wants to stay and fight, not run like a coward, but there are too many of them. A glance over his shoulder proves they're gaining on him. His boots pound the earth as he runs, trees passing by in a blur. He sees the road ahead and puts on speed, running towards it as fast as he can, the pack of hunters close on his heels.