Standing curiously along the London rooftops the Werewolf hid his face feeling his jaw where a new scar crossed his face since his fight with the small vampire. Glancing down her watched Seras go about her night wondering if she noticed him ghosting around London the past few months.
Seras had indeed been doing just that - going about her business. Too busy to cautiously regard her surroundings for tonight.
The streets were fairly quiet that evening. Quiet enough for Seras to pause beside a dim alleyway whilst she pushed open her large umbrella. The typically gloomy British downpour coming down from the heavens, coating over the tarmac and brick of London with puddle after puddle..
As she continued on, a second person seemed to have appeared, walking beside her. She hadn't greeted them, at least, it hadn't been audible if she had. Had they come from the alley?Walking along not too farther, the pair shuffled into a jazz bar..