She sensed him. That was a problem, of course, but it wasn't the worst one he'd ever encountered. Caleb reached into the pocket of his black pants and pulled out a tiny crystal. He hurled it at Anya's feet and watched with satisfaction as it cracked against the pavement and a black cloud of smoke funneled it's way along the surface of the ground around her. It spread out, leaving Anya standing inside of a visible ring of black smoke that circled her ankles.
It was a trap. One meant to hold demons down. Caleb was a smart man. He had learned a thing or two from The First over time.
Clapping his hands together, he walked forward and approached Anya. If anything, he looked terribly smug. "Didn't you know that it's not safe to be walking all on your lonesome at night on streets like these?"