She hated this place. The only highlight had been to speak with her brother but she had not had the chance to see him. Though it was likely for the best to keep her distance. Even if he was willing to spare her, his nature still craved vampire blood...the blood that flowed through her veins.
Nyssa spent most of her evenings wandering Los Angeles in an attempt to get her bearings. To see how different it may have been from the Los Angeles she knew. Vampire attacks were not unknown to her as they had attempted in vain to attack a few times. Undead, living it made little difference since she was far more than a just a capable fighter. If they continued on in this vain, she would see them fed to her brother who was constantly hungry.
The scream had caught her attention as did the following exclamation of "Leave her alone" in Hungarian. She would have ignored it but the hisses of "Who the fuck is this bitch?!" and "She's fucking strong!" furthered her curiosity. Perhaps a new person had been snatched into this reality, someone possibly worth meeting. Quietly she made her way to the ruckus to see who was at the center.