Her plan that she had made quickly shattered when she exited the bathroom. She picked up the trail of the virgin blood, alcohol, and cigarette smoke immediately. He was nearby. To the right of her was the back door to the bar. He was outside smoking. If he was alone, it wouldn’t hurt to confirm this. It would only take a moment and no mortal, especially a wasted one, would notice her presence if she decided not to kill him.
She glided past the bathroom and kitchen doors, down the back hallway, past a payphone and out the back door. A puff of smoke rose up from behind the dumpster. She could smell him. And with no one else’s scent within his general radius, he was indeed alone.
“Hey baby. I knew I was more your type than-”
Those were the last words spoken when he saw her appear before him.