There are four archways along the side of the tunnel closest to the canal, each leading close to water down a small stairway. While most of the tunnel is well-lit by several wall-mounted lamps, these nooks are cast in shadow—the perfect place to lie in wait for your prey.
You wait for several minutes, growing anxious the more time passes. Your Hunger claws at you in anticipation of being satiated and somehow it feels even stronger than it did before you came down here. You feel relieved when you finally hear the sound of a person walking slowly through the tunnel, footfalls echoing off the concrete walls. You reach out a curled arm, fingers spread like talons, and grab your victim by the arm, pulling them into the dark with you. You're surprised when the man twists in your grip and throws you back. You teeter on the brink, almost falling into the canal as you regain your balance. You've gotten sloppy—no mortal could have done that to you if you hadn't been distracted by the strength of your bloodlust.
"Stay back!" a gruff masculine voice shouts as your intended victim steps back into the light, revealing the uniform of an active duty police officer. His hand is on his gun—still holstered, but no less a threat.
"Show yourself, hands up!"
Oh, hell.