Matthew was stalking a vampire.

It wasn't easy, staying far enough away to go unnoticed, especially given that his target was currently loitering, possibly waiting for someone. But Matthew wanted to know who this stranger was and what he was like without actually going up to the other man and asking, so here he was. People usually showed their true colours when they thought no one else was watching.

And there was no one else. Empty grass fields on one side of the road, apartment blocks on the other side, a gloomy dusk making long shadows of everything. A bus passed by, a brief bout of movement and noise.

The other vampire moved, heading forward with clear purpose. Matthew began walking too, behind the row of bushes, keeping an eye on his target. The stranger had peroxide blonde hair, pale skin, and hunched his shoulders a little every time he stepped out of the shadows. Matthew's own skin still prickled despite his black longcoat and pale grey jeans, and his face felt sunburned, but he knew from experience that the weak sunlight was leaving no physical trace on his skin at the moment; the pain was negligible.

A woman came into view, and then the stranger set upon her from behind - one hand clamped over her mouth, the other wrapped around her waist, and he dragged her to the relative privacy of the alcove under the nearest flight of stairs, doing so with ease and speed that would be entirely shocking to a mortal human.

Matthew crossed the couple dozen metres between himself and them in a moment. The other vampire sank his fangs into her neck, and then was promptly yanked away as Matthew seized him and slammed him against the wall.
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