Unaware of his and Bethany's picture being taken, Martin's attention was still caught on the movement of the phone in the girl's hand. He looked directly at Fred. It wasn't unusual for a teenager to be in a place like this. It was still early. That wasn't what he found off. What he did notice was just past her, where the chrome finish of the bar stool showed a reflection that was an empty chair, not a girl sitting with her phone.
Vampires didn't leave reflections. He looked away from Fred. Bethany was asking what he meant, what their mistake was, and he silenced her with a look. It was time to go.
Casually finishing his beer with one long swallow, he set it down and pushed his chair back. Martin stood and so did Bethany, now finally on alert for what had set him off. The hunters were armed with protection against vampires, of course. The silver crosses they wore served dual purpose of deterring the vamps as well as the weres. Martin knew that though a vampire may look as young as this one did, it didn't mean they were inexperienced. Immortality in the creatures was as much a weapon as their fangs.
He and Bethany walked out of the establishment and Martin put his hands in his pocket, speaking quietly to Bethany as they headed down the street. "Vampire."