It was there. The scent of blood. While she was sure there had been no kills here, it was there. The slight rusty smell, iron. Metallic. And she was more then sure it wasn't animal blood. You knew the difference, a cop did at least. Prudence swallowed, and twisted slightly, easily freeing her hand.

"I can smell blood" she said softly, as she darted forwards, the knife in her hand, and throwing it accurately towards the smaller vampire towards, falling back, in order to not be caught "I am the police, scumbags!" She shouted, and inferno lit up light a four of July weekend, the flames dancing along her skin once more. 

Prudence didn't hesitate. She tackled the taller vampire, not even considering the danger she was putting herself in. Just acting. Just reacting on pure instinct, and doing what she had been trained to do. She didn't even stop to think about the remifications of staring she was a police officer and having no identification as such. She just reacted. Pure and simply.