The vampire had appeared out of nowhere. Usually, Ryah was the one doing the hunting, the stalking, but this time it seemed the vampire had found<i>him</i>. His first gut reaction was to reach for his knife. But he stayed his hand realizing they were in the middle of the street. Even though it was 1 in the morning, there were still people milling about. That was New York for you.<br/><br/>His icy blue eyes narrowed as he tried to get a read on the vampire, because surely what else could he be? Well, no one ever said exterminating with a nine-to-five job. Ryah cracked his knuckles, biting back a wince when his arm protested.<br/><br/>Shit, for a split second he'd forgotten his injuries. He was at a distinct disadvantage here. He needed to move this to a more private location or he needed to get away, make some time to recuperate. His eyes slid around the area, taking in the number of people around.<br/><br/>And that was the crux of the problem, wasn't it. He was fast, agile; he could get away. But the people on the streets here, the unsuspecting innocents. Would this vampire leave them alone? Or would he slaughter them like defenseless sheep?<br/><br/>No, Ryah's best bet was to engage him, draw him away, and if he got the chance, make his escape. He arched an eyebrow, all cocky attitude. "Where else would I go?" He retorted, not having made the connection between this vampire and the shouted words about his older sister.