After the last few days, especially today, patrolling had become something Nathan felt he almost needed to do, not for the heroic overtones of saving people, but the chance to stab as many vampires as possible. After he'd come to his senses about hunting down Spike on his own, going out with Peter had been the best solution. He didn't want to be out there with a stranger, he wanted to be out fighting these things with his brother. And so they hunted.
The scream wasn't far off this time, so Nathan took off at a run, knowing Peter would be right there with him. The vampire was his this round, which was fine by him, as killing things was easing the pressure that had built inside him. He'd learned from the first time he'd attacked a vampire behind, and this time was prepared, stake in one hand and gun in this other. The gun, however, wasn't anything special or even inherently dangerous. Just a water gun. It was what was inside that made all the difference in getting his target to get really pissed off, and thus sloppy, and turn around at the same time. It was efficient and, in a childish way, it was fun.
Coming to a halt within spray range, he aimed. "Hey!" he called as he shot at his target, the exposed flesh near the vampire's head for maximum results. "You didn't wash up before dinner, didn't your parents ever teach you any manners?"