There is a book held open with a rock and a wooden stake; and next to it a messenger bag; and beside these a teenage girl, painting goat blood onto the floor of a crypt.
Excellent. So she breaks the bolt in half at the gap between the door and the frame, then tries opening the door again.
What! A thing is not moving, when she, a fairy, requires it to move! This is an unconscionable state of affairs. The knob will turn whether it wants to or not.
It makes a fairly awful noise but then it goes.
She is greeted by a guy holding a fire extinguisher threateningly at her. "Hey! Clear out!"
"Everyone in this town is so hostile, first that lady tries to rip out my neck with her teeth now I'm being threatened by a fire extinguisher..." she mutters.
"I'm going, I'm going. Whatever."
She takes off into the air and floats down the alleyway at a sedate pace.
And no one shows any hints of demonaicality, at least so far as she can discern in a brief observation. She doesn't spend much time in each bar, as she has no local currency which to spend.
After the last one closes, Ellie returns to the hillside where she dusted the vampire to await the morning.
"It involved sleep. I work nights but not enough to be outright nocturnal. I have obtained chalk! And I brought you donuts because I don't know if you eat and suspect you may have trouble finding your own breakfast in a licit manner!"
"Sounds convenient. Will your angel friend want donuts?" Box of donuts, offered in Ellie's direction.
Ellie accepts the box.
"It's not unlikely that he would. I will endeavor to save him one." She gestures to the crypt door. "Shall we?"