Daryl had not intended to hunt near Guilty Pleasures when he set out for the night. He'd merely ended up near there because the vampire he had been stalking had headed that way. And unfortunately gone inside.

So it was that Daryl was either left to go find another vampire or sit and wait for one to leave. Since he really didn't want to stay that close to the night club, he'd set himself up to laze about wait a couple blocks down where the noise of the venue wouldn't interfere so much with the other noises of the night.

It took some time, but eventually the distinctive odor of a vampire wafted up to him from the alley below. Daryl stood up and stretched, then idly made his way down the fire escape on near-silent feet. Regardless if he was heard, he'd sound much like a lazy stray cat exploring the night. Which was the intention.

Act just enough like his smaller fellows that his prey didn't think twice about it because it was so familiar a sound. And, now that he had less time to really do his intended hunting and stalking, take a good leap at his new quarry. Knock him down, get him on edge. Get him running. Yes, that would do.

No sound accompanied his pounce. Just claws extended and the heavy weight of cat twice as big as any house cat should have been.