Leonid had been walking through one alley after another, camera running, breath fogging in the cold air. He kept his steps light, trying not to disturb anything. He kept telling himself that he was ready, that he wanted this, that he was not afraid. But the truth kept slipping in every time he turned a corner and found nothing.
No movement.
No sound.
No vampire in sight.
He had been searching for almost an hour. The city felt too empty. Even with the police patrols around, it felt like the world was trying to avoid breathing tonight.
Leonid stopped and leaned against a wall. His chest rose and fell in long, sharp breaths. He rubbed his forehead with his glove and tried to think clearly. He needed to be smart. If vampires were real and they were hunting, then they would not be hunting in places full of police.
He looked around the quiet alley again and felt that familiar frustration rise in him.
If I were a vampire, where would I go?
