Jared hadn’t needed much motivation when it came to slaying. When Buffy had invited to go slaying with her and a few allies he had happily accepted. The thought of killing some vampires to satisfy his bloodlust was more then appetizing but that wasn’t all his reason for accepting. Like Buffy he knew he had to break the habit of solitary hunting and spend some much needed time with his new allies; he didn’t call them friends just yet, he needed some time to develop the relationships before that title was given without any reservations.
Unlike Buffy his attire wasn’t quite as eye catching as the leather pants she had taken from Faith’s wardrobe. The rising temperature had caused Jared to shed some of the layers he usually wore; leaving himself in a common zipped up hoodie, baggy cargo and thick workman boots that could do some serious damage if he kicked just the right way. But honestly he could do a great deal of damage with just his hands.
The hooded vampire watched with a furrowed brow as Buffy ventured head a little ahead of them. ‘What was she doing?’ he thought to himself then it hit him, she was perhaps making her self appear vulnerable to draw in the vampires. Clever girl. It appeared that it had worked when she was abruptly attacked by …a female vampire? No matter, a vampire was a vampire. In the darkness of the shadows his human-like guise seem to shifting into a more monstrous manner. His skin became an eerie yellowish hue that was so pale it revealed a map of veins and arteries that intersected in all sorts of directions. Then his eyes transformed, becoming a neon blue that pierced the shadows. His game face was on. A low growl rumbled in his throat, as the beastly part of his nature rose up in dominance. Jared glanced over to Jack and nodded then focused on their target, while he took steps forward. He wanted the vampire to sense him, he wanted its fear and anger before he helped to kill it.