On instinct Beth flickered in and out of tangibility to avoid the swipe of a blade and in an attempt to seize hold of the vampire girl again. The first proved successful, but the girl managed to slip away before Beth could solidify her hand, and sped off down the street via the rooftops. Beth's hand slammed against the brick wall; she felt only an opposing force. 

Her speed was nothing compared to a vampire, even one so young, and the farther she went from the club, the less she knew of her allies' fate. But with so many of them busy, and their mission still fruitless, she took chase alongside the hunter.

Unlike Gray, she knew the layout of this town so well she could draw a better map than Google if she wanted.

She dashed through alleys and office blocks, taking as many natural and supernatural shortcuts as she was privy to, until she caught sight of the vampire once again. The long line of buildings came short there; this was their best opportunity. Beth scanned the street around her for something useful and, finding only trash cans, garbage and broken pieces of glass, sent it all flying towards the vampire. The trash cans went first, a trail of garbage left in the air. She applied as much telekinetic force to the throw that she hoped it would knock the bitch off her feet.

The glass went next, and Beth aimed low. Vampires endured the worst but she only hoped to subdue the girl. "If you have [i]anything[/i] useful in that bag of yours, now is the time!" she shouted across the alley to Gray. It would take the both of them, and perhaps another if anyone had bothered to follow them, to take and keep the vampire down. She spared him a brief look, and began to consider throwing [i]him[/i] onto the roof.

The idea was too good to waste time debating. Beth manipulated the energies around Gray, picked him up of the ground as a means of warning him, before tossing him onto the roof in front of the vampire. It would be a rocky landing, but she got him there.