Jeanette & Hook
It was rather off-putting actually, being hunted. She could feel it and she rather didn't like it. Jeanette wasn't exactly the 'big bad', not even in Santa Monica, even then Therese was closer to it, being the Baron of Santa Monica and all. Jeanette was just the light-hearted vamp that happened to screw things over for fun. Even Bertram was more of a 'big deal' than Jeanette. And Jeanette couldn't even have him under her thumb anymore after Cupcake screwed it all up with the Camarilla rules.
"Not really," still, at least something was happening, that was the deal right? Go into the forest, maybe find something, maybe die, at least it wasn't boredom. "Usually I get to hunt, but it's less like prowling." Hunting was just picking the prettiest, sweetest, most eager to please plaything in her club and having a good time, pissing off Therese and getting her fill. "But there's still bigger predators than vampires."
Like wolf-shifters, or Sabbat, or the Sheriff. Urgh. Jeanette shuddered a little just thinking of that gargoyle.
The snarling got louder and Jeanette was genuinely thinking about running now, but then she'd be far faster than Hook and that just would be cruel -she sort of liked his brand of weirdness. "How do you think you'll fare in something that can probably clobber us?"