Adam was not a stranger to nightmares, but it had been a few centuries since he'd dreamed about being hunted. Usually his dreams foretold glimpses of the future, and he wasn't overly pleased with the implication. Restless and brooding was not an unusual state for Adam, but the ever growing paranoia was new. He didn't like it.

But he couldn't stay cooped up forever. He would eventually need to find something with which to sustain himself, and he couldn't very well do that from a derelict house on the edge of town. Besides, his dreams hinted that there might be a younger vampire around, and Adam wasn't one to politely share territory.

Who spotted who first was up for debate, but the sudden invasion of his personal space raised a quiet anger in him. "The attempt would not end well for you." At this distance, there was no denying the nature of the other.