More walking, jogging, pacing themselves, trying to get away.

Someone zooms past them.

She jumps a little, as they pass by – doesn't aim anything at them threateningly, just hopes they'll leave them be.

Yeah, they just zoom by.

Phew.

They keep walking.

There's a crash, from disturbingly close—

She whips her head around –

There's a vampire, standing on the roof of a wrecked car whose alarm has started blaring with the impact of his fall. He looks at her, bright blue eyes noticeable as the sun now that she knows to look for them, his gaze penetrating into her soul, changing it, molding it. Even as she knows his nature, rationally, something tells her that surely he can't be bad, her mind trying to twist itself into believing he's harmless.

And that's the last thing she ever sees.