The vampire girl didn't even notice the arrow had just missed her head. She got up and started running, apparently crazed. Poor girl. Damien allowed himself a curse once he was certain she was gone and not coming for him. "Fuck." He said flatly, as he put the poisoned arrow back in his quiver. Inwardly, he was grateful to have lived. Glancing around, he waited a few moments before removing himself from the tree. It was always the vampires you didn't see that killed you, or so they said. He began walking out of the woods, ever cautious, and making use of his nightvision apparatus to minimize noisy steps. 

Rand had invited him to a meeting tonight. Now that he had missed his quarry, he might as well show up. Damien gave some thought to testing his fellow hunters. Perhaps he would surprise them and gauge their reactions. It might be a good lesson for the less experienced if he pretended to be a vampire. He'd better wear some kevlar for the trigger-happy noobs who would probably shoot him as their first reaction. 

Damien stopped at the edge of the woods as he saw two young women. One of them was lying down by a tree and the other was standing over her. To his hunter eyes, in the middle of the night, it was extremely suspicious. He knocked an arrow and drew back as the girls eventually got up and walked closer toward him, having decided to go for a walk in the woods. With his enhanced vision, he could eventually tell they were just two kids, human kids. He was pretty certain of it. 

"Don't you know young people are going missing around here?" A male voice called out clearly from somewhere in the darkness before them. Dressed all in black, like a ninja, Damien was very hard to see. "These woods aren't safe. Why don't you girls go home." He added, almost threateningly.