Sunnydale's been getting rather quiet, lately. Yvette's starting to get nervous. Not to the point where she wants to invite her dearest sister to come visit, but enough that she stops by the magic shop to pick up some extra supplies for self protection. Some idiot's probably doing something again. Amassing a cult or collecting sacrifices or trying to expand a Hell dimension. Some idiot's always doing something, in this world, because there are always idiots and always stupid things for them to do. If some idiot's doing something, then that means she'll need to keep herself safe from whatever fallout results. Which is easy enough, she doesn't lack experience on this front, though if she has to abandon her house she'll be very annoyed.
She passes a completely harmless looking fire hydrant, and she's distracted from her thoughts of safety by agony. The vampire hisses and flinches back, like she'd flinch away from a stove that she touched accidentally. That felt like a cross, did some careless Catholic lose a necklace here? Annoying, but not really inconvenient. It'd be easy enough to kick out of her way with only minimal amounts of pain, and then she can continue on her way. Except - where is it, she doesn't see any glints of metal in the moonlight, is it somewhere beneath the fire hydrant itself..?
It is beneath the fire hydrant, but instead of a carelessly dropped necklace, it's a meticulously scratched cross on the bottom of the hydrant's lip. Yvette freezes. If she had a heartbeat, it might be tempted to stop. It's not some idiot doing something stupid. It's someone hunting vampires.
And this cross had not been there on the way to the magic shop. This was done recently.
Shit.
Nervously, she glances around for any culprits.