He could have laughed, watching her peek into the open door. It was almost too cliche - the young blonde heroine, exploring the rickety old building. Of course, Peter knew well that young blonde heroines tended to have a way of surprising you. He remembered Amy’s wish the previous December, the training sessions Andrew had given her. And even as a simple human, as far back as when Jerry had found them in Vegas back home, she’d proven herself a resourceful fighter when she needed to be. Amy wasn’t stupid - she wouldn’t have come out here, knowing full well that Jerry and himself were around, without feeling confident in her ability to defend herself. They would soon see, he supposed, how well-placed that confidence might be.
He waited first, until she was a few steps into the building. Moving with that casual predatory grace that Jerry’s breed of vampire were so skilled at, he came back down the wall until he was standing on the concrete just outside the door. Silently, he stood in the doorway, his tall form blocking out what little light came in from the streetlights outside. He could see fine, of course, see every feature and detail of the girl inside, but to any human within, he’d be little more than a dark shape looming in the doorway. “Boo,” he said dryly, a cold little smirk on his face.