Even if the streets wasn’t totally deserted the number of possible preys where extremely thin. John wasn’t a picky sort when it came to which blood he ate, but even he had some style. Not everyone was good enough for him. Sure you could live on whatever blood you could find but that didn’t make it any tastier.<br/>He found female blood the best, the younger the better where children was the absolutely top of the line. The problem was that the younger prey you took, the higher was the risk to get it. The rain had made most people to move inside and even the homeless had taken shelter in whatever places they could find.<br/><br/>As he began to almost give up he noticed a whore who stood by one of the street corners. She was dressed for action and had a look that would during a more normal and dry night attract a large variety of customers, even him. Her makeup wasn’t as pretty any more though as it looked as either she had been forced to stand in the down pour without any means of protection from the weather. This only added to her attractiveness in John’s eyes as she looked very much one of the abandoned teenagers that roamed the streets in search of a quick buck. He suspected that she was far older then she looked, humans had that ability sometimes he had discovered but considering that his supply tonight was really low he was to accept what he found, and she really was a good find.<br/>John was just about to walk up to her when he saw trouble… two other vampires was stalking her and by the looks of them they weren’t more then children, a few years old tops. He called out a warning to them, letting them know that he was there and that they hunted his prey. The call was way to high for any human ear to catch and John waited patiently for their reaction. Their reaction was a clear insult as they clearly heard it but totally ignored the call of supremacy, still going towards the female. That piss John off and he raced in supernatural speed strait towards them and before they hadn’t have time to blink he had grabbed the first of them by the throat and lifted him up high over his head.<br/><br/>“She’s mine!” He hissed. “Back of or I will kill you where you stand.” His threat was a real one as killing them wouldn’t be any trouble at all, and the stake he always carried on his back just waited to be used. Then his ears picked up something not so far away… wolves… fighting… death…<br/>“Werewolves…” Was his only word as he released the youngling and ran of, ignoring both them and the female he had chosen as his prey. Werewolves was a far to important news to ignore. In a great leap he jumped up the roof of the building he was standing by and ran towards the area of the sound.<br/>