While certain people had the privilege to casually wander about under the full moon, other people did not.
It had been perhaps two hours, and she was still staring out from behind the corner of the neighboring house, glaring darkly at the open field as she tried to determine the best way to sneak up on the vampire.
Uuuuuuuuuugh. No cover. No cover at all! Not even a single lonely tree or forgotten hay bale! There was absolutely no way to approach her target unseen, which very nearly made her want to give up for the night and try again at a later date. The best weapon to have against a demon was surprise, after all. To give that up was to very nearly ensure your death.
But who knew what the weather conditions would be in a few weeks' time, and she had already come all the way out here... She couldn't just quit now. He was
right there, for crying out loud!
Hissing under her teeth, the hunter shifted her weight and thought over her options some more. The most likely candidate was approaching the vampire in her feline form, which said volumes about her situation. Sure, she could probably catch him by surprise in the sense that he probably wasn't expecting a shifter to suddenly up and attack him, but... well, she'd be going in 100% weaponless. And shirtless. Unfortunately, she wasn't the sort that carried clothes or items between forms.
The other option was to attempt to sneak up on him as a fully-equipped human, which only had a chance of working in this open field if the vampire abruptly lost all use of his senses. Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Hnnnnnnnnnnnngggghh. Well... Theoretically... she could leave her weapons here, by the house, and... try to convince the vampire to follow a poor little kitty to its home... Ugh. It was a stupid idea, but honestly it was the best she had had all night.
Sighing quietly to herself, the girl quickly stripped down, stuffing her clothes in a bush and burying her weapons in a shallow depression in the dirt. Then she began the transformation, a process that was thankfully quiet due to the fluid nature that it took. Shaking herself, the hunter rubbed a bit of dirt into her paws (had to look like a cat that had been outside a while, right?) and then did her best to make a beeline for the vampire while... not. Cats were notoriously fickle, after all. She needed to look like she was interested in everything
but the strange person walking along the fence.