Clubs had to be one of the absolute worst things about the job. Who in their right mind could find the flashing lights, gyrating bodies, and the hot, sticky scent of sex appealing? They left nothing to the world but regret and STDs. Yet, here they were, as popular as ever. Humans swarmed their doors, fought to get in, and yearned for even the slightest attention from the opposite sex. That’s probably why they’re such good hunting grounds. A sidelong glance here, a whispered word there, and any human, already disoriented by the chaotic surroundings, could fall into the spider’s nest. Predatory hunger can easily be mistaken for lust in the right circumstances.<br/><br/><br/>That’s why Hawk Katelyn Miller found herself in this uncomfortable situation; she was here to hunt the hunters. They--the monsters--are easy to spot, once you know what to look for. It’s a feeling, a primal urge to run as fast and as far as one can that begins in the gut and rises up through the spine like lightning. Once a person has felt it once, they can never forget it.<br/><br/><br/>Kat lazily stirred her drink with a straw as her eyes peered through the crowd, or what she could make of it. The lights weren’t making it easy. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for her to spot him. A gorgeous specimen of a man in a custom-fit suit. Too bad he wasn’t human. His brown eyes met her blue ones and the game was on. As described above, a glance here, a well-placed word there, and he was caught.<br/><br/><br/>Stepping out of the vampire’s Alfa-Romeo, Kat tugged at the edges of her skin-tight sequined dress. How she envied the male Hunters at moments like this. They never had to hide stakes and knives in a dress that barely covered their assess. Kat had to hide a smirk at the thought.<br/><br/><br/>“Y-your house ‘s huge!” She slurred as she threw her arms up in the air. ‘Drunk college girl’ has never been a hard role for Kat to play.<br/><br/><br/>The mansion, as it was more aptly described, screamed at her host’s ostentatious tastes. Everything was old, expensive, and about as subtle as a neon sign. Maybe she’d take a look around after she staked the S.O.B. The clean-up crew didn’t need to be called right away.<br/><br/><br/>Too bad, Kat’s fun was cut short. Something other than her overly-exposed jugular had caught her prey’s attention. ‘A burglar?’ Kat had enough time to think that one, exasperated thought before the dumb thief jumped out the window. A millisecond later, her host had taken after him.<br/><br/><br/>Out popped her phone, a few numbers pressed, “I need a bike.” By the time she had run down the stairs, skirted around the glass littering the driveway, and reached the street, a motorcycle was already waiting for her. She kicked the stand up, revved the engine, and was off to join the chase!