She continued down the road towards Washington street like she was told. Every so often checking her watch in a exasperated sort of way as if pretending to be late for something very important. She was very aware of the man close on her tail and it made her slightly nervous, she was being careful, however, not to let this show in her face.

The big man could sense what she was doing. The movements seemed far to calculated, planned, but it was alright with him, in the end he'd come face to face with the Vampire and that would suit him well enough. The prince needed to come out of hiding, because the woman he was following was not the prince. She smelled very distinctly like a woman that she could be nothing else. Though the smell of Vampire told him that the other was still not very far off.

((Lamest post ever))