Peter was hunting, eyes coal black and fangs and claws out, when he caught Amy’s scent. Jerry had been right, all those months ago back home. Her scent was very particular, very noticeable. He could’ve happily sat there all night just breathing in that scent. But even more appealing than that was the prospect of finding the source, and finding out what she was doing here.
When he managed to spot her, she was alone. He was on the roof of a building just down the street from her, and she was coming his way. Curious, but wary, he waited, listening carefully and smelling the air for others, until she’d nearly passed. There were traces of another person’s scent near her - something not human. Vampire, and familiar but not like him, and they’d been separated for a while, it seemed. He wondered if she’d run into another vamp on her patrol, since that was pretty obvious that’s what she was out here for. He couldn’t think of another reason for her to stray so far from the complex with Jerry in town.
Maybe he should ask for a chat, he mused, watching her. Moving over to the side of the building, he walked off the edge of the roof, landing lightly on his feet in the alley between it and the next one over. Thinking to perhaps lead her in a bit closer, he kicked at a stone, sending it clattering against the bricks. Then he scaled the wall again with ease, lurking near the roof so he could watch her approach.