Elsewhere in the city, at near the same time of night, someone else was on the hunt.  A pair of the Undead, relatively new to their abilities and Turned in the last decade, were ready for their most recent meal.  A teenage girl, under age for the club the man and woman had found her in, lay unconscious and bound to park bench inside one of the city parks, isolated and desolate at such a late hour.<br/><br/>The pair of Vampires liked to toy with their food, and they sat on either side of the unconscious girl, chatting about pointless trivial things while waiting for the girl to awaken.  Their hunter couldn't hear a word of it, as he was laying in the bushes a few hundred meters up the narrow forested trail.  He was calm, and had been following his prey for hours that night before they finally came to that park bench.  It hadn't taken him long to retrieve his weapon and take his position, but there was some faint concern that he would take too long setting up, that the poor girl would wake up and be killed before he could strike.<br/><br/>But, finally he was in place, the cap of his rifle's scope flipped up, the night vision scope flicked on, infrared laser designator, invisible to the naked eye, turned on, and he adjusted his position to get a proper eye relief.  The two sat perfectly in line with each other, and he grinned faintly as he centered the rifle's sights on the back of the male Vampire's head.  The girl was stirring, and the two Vampires grinned at each other, canines gleaming faintly in the glow of the park lights.<br/><br/>The girl's eyes opened, confusion and fear gnawing at the edges of her mind as she realized she was tied up, that she couldn't move.  Then she saw them above her, and her eyes widened in fear...the rifle was silenced, of course, and the 7.62mm sub-sonic round let out a faint pop when he finally squeezed the trigger.  Naturally, it was just loud enough for the Vampires to have heard it, but as quick as they were it wasn't enough to defeat a bullet already in the air.<br/><br/>A small hole appeared in the back of the male's head, straight through and into the female's head.  Their eyes bugged wide, then awareness fled.  They crumbled to the ground on either side of the bench, leaving the girl screaming in pure terror, thrashing maddly to try and escape her bonds.  And he simply collected his things, packed up the rifle, and vanished into the night.  It wouldn't be long before the police arrived, responding to an anonymous call.<br/><br/>Hardly an hour later Adam sat in an all-night diner not far from where Raina had made her own kill of the night.  Well dressed, in a simple but neatly tailored black suit, tie loosened and top button undone, he enjoyed a late dinner of coffee and pancakes, a newspaper open at his side.  At first glance, he might seem a pleasant businessman late from work and enjoying either a very late supper or a very early breakfast before heading home from the office.  Or perhaps back to work after a brief meal break.  The only odd part were his shoes.  Rather then the regular dress shoes of an office worker, his were neatly polished black leather combat boots, well broken in.  There was also a hint of grass stains on his knees and elbows, and just the faintest of hints of gunpowder about him, although it would take a very sensitive nose to notice that.