This rain doesn't help. He'll... take his chances and go north. Vampires are more likely to prefer the north for weather reasons.

North is the Netherlands!

...

There are no obvious traces of a coven of three nomad vampires, here. There's a vampire that keeps a territory around here that he could perhaps ask, but he wouldn't have been involved in any of this and might not even have been aware that there were nomads to the south of him, eating or turning brothers of pretty girls.

Grrrrrrrr!

South now.

France!

... Nnnope. He does pick up the smell of a nomad, but just the one, no large, three person coven.

And missing persons over the past three months still stable, probably. Come on, where would they have taken a newborn, surely they'd have had to kidnap some humans?

East!

Germany!

Wow, no, these guys do not have their shit together enough for him to get any kinds of statistics to track down nomad vampires of any kind. They are very sad, here. Also very poor.

...that's promising, though. Germany is where Blair was planning to go next and... whatever... social collapse going on here... is probably actually pretty great for a newborn vampire?

(Pretty great for an older vampire, as well, he hasn't eaten in a while, he'll go find some human to nom. Nommmmmm.)

Vampires! Here batty batty here, here batty batty!

Yeah, this is actually pretty great for vampires, everyone's so miserable and expecting death at their door at all times!

He does in fact run into a vampire! Not the ones he wanted, but a vampire!

"Nuremburg's mine, go elsewhere if you're thirsty," she informs him, from about 400 meters away.

"I'm not looking to stay, I'm just trying to track some friends that might have passed by here. A couple and a newborn, about three months ago?"

"Oh. Them. Yep, saw 'em. Italy."

"Oh, that's grand! Do you happen to know whereabouts in Italy?"

"Did not care, do not care."

"They didn't mention anything while you could hear? I promise I'll get out of your hair as soon as I can, I just want to not run around in circles." More circles, rather.

"No. Do I look like I like long conversations? They were a bunch of bleeding tourists. That enough for you?"

"It is, yeah, thank you, and sorry to bother."

Italy is still better than nothing. To Italy, seeing if he can find any more informative vampires on the way.

No vampires are really on the way to Italy.

There are some obvious ones in Italy that he could probably ask, if he wants to do that.

Ha. Ha ha ha ha ha.

(No.)

There aren't many places they could've reasonably entered Italy from. He's hoping against hope that one of those entry points will have vampires that might have sighted the trio. Please? Or at least some small villages with mysterious disappearances a while back?

Oh, yeah! Now that he mentions it, these people did go missing a while back!

This is notable not on account of the numbers, but on account of the aim and the fact that they all disappeared in the same timeframe. All of them were really terrible people, apparently, and no one misses them. One of them was apparently a child molester!

...why should he care?

Whatever, it's a pattern. Does it continue in any direction?

Right to Venice!

Then to Vienna, in Austria. Then Budapest, Hungary. Then Romania, then—

Huh. This is actually a pretty clear pattern to follow, if one watches for it with vampires in mind.

...interesting. So he'll watch, and follow, stopping for snacks every now and then because wow he really didn't think he'd have spent the next few weeks of his life touring around Europe when he went to grab that one package that day huh well anyway onwards he's surely moving faster than the trio.

He's definitely moving faster. The trail gets hotter and hotter, the very directed murder sprees less in the past.

Eventually, he catches up with them in Bucharest.

They're letting Blair do the hunting for them, since it matters so much to him. This allows Danuta and Gavriel to enjoy hobbies such as birding, outdoor fornication, and fashion tourism.

And what are the odds Blair is gonna run into a random American vampire?

Actually pretty damn high, what with this random American vampire knowing his scent—or parts of it, enough to recognize it. So, where's Blair?

Hunting, apparently. He has a bound and gagged man casually tossed over one shoulder, then stops to look at James curiously.

"... I'm sorry, is this yours? I didn't think this was anyone's territory." He looks very controlled for a newborn. No hiss, no posturing. Just calmly looking at him with his bright red newborn eyes.