It was nearly midnight by the time luck struck: a lone man, tired from whatever he'd been doing all night but deliciously sober, turning to take a shortcut through a dark alleyway near the bus stop where Gawain had opted to sit and pretend to read something on his phone. In truth, he was still figuring out how these technologically advanced little bricks worked, but as long as the display was on, nobody cared enough to see if he was doing more than staring at the default wallpaper. The footsteps of the lone human - who, as luck would have it, was actually reading something on his own phone while he walked - tapped against the concrete of the sidewalk as he passed Gawain by without sparing a single glance his way, utterly lost in his device and the blissful ignorance of someone who believed themselves to be the apex predator. Vehicles passed by them, equally ignorant, until Gawain followed his quarry into the shadows between two tall brick buildings.
Before the former knight, current vampire, could close the distance between them, the human stopped walking and turned his head. Gawain froze in place, prepared to pretend he was totally not following the only other person in this dark alleyway. As luck would have it, the human did not look back. The human looked left, then right, then frowned and tapped on his phone a couple of times before nodding to himself and continuing on his way.
At last, they were out of the reach of the streetlights, accompanied only by the stink of surrounding dumpsters and scuttling of a raccoon digging through one of them. Raccoons did not speak to police or to vampire hunters, so he was unconcerned about the creature. Gawain grinned, revealing the sharp fangs that had elongated in anticipation of dinner, and lunged forward.
