It was so obvious to hunt in a park! Leon even considered to not do it. He knew that at least in Australia, vampires had tended to hang out in the parks, especially after the exposure, but mortals had them figured out now. Most mortals were too smart to venture into a dark garden at night, they knew vampires hunted there. And so vampires had more or less stopped hunting there... well, not Leon. It was a nice and free hunting ground, when you were alone there, and there had to be some mortals who were foolish enough to walk in here.
Leon had seated himself on a bench under a lamp. The snow was falling silently around him, making all sounds seem more faint. When it snowed, the world seemed calm and at peace. Leon knew it wasn't how it was like, but it kind of felt nice. And he let himself sit there and let the snow fall on him. He wore light colored jeans, black shoes, a matte purple shirt and a short brown leather jacket over it. He hadn't bothered to close it though, why should he? So the snow lay on his shirt too. It was interesting to hunt in the snow, because of the muffled sounds in it. On a normal day, you'd easily hear people walk on the path in a park, but now the snow made it harder. Leon had to pay attention. This was good practise.
He thought he heard the snow squeak, the way it did when you walked on it. The cold and the snow made scents seem more faint too though. He stood from the bench and brushed snow off his clothes, then stood still and listened. Yes, she was coming this way. Problem with snow was, if he ran to hide, you'd see the footsteps. Oh this was good practise indeed! Though before he could consider what to do with himself or how to approach what might be his prey, she was in sight and had clearly seen him too!