The reason why Kindred maintained such diversity when hunting was that lack of it was dangerous. Everyone had a favorite method of acquiring Blood, but sticking to it could cause suspicion among the Kind and that’s why everyone branched out.
Michael preferred to use his brains and money to make mortal women into his personal blood bank. There was little danger, he had all the time he needed and the process was quite pleasant.

But tonight he hunted as befitted a Savage. It took him hours to get his old clothes sufficiently muddy and dusty to look inconspicuous in the worst parts of Sacramento.

And so, the Doctor of History shambles along a small poorly-lit street somewhere with sounds of mortal struggle sometimes echoing in the night. As Michael stumbles around a corner, the sounds of struggle grow louder.

Under a broken streetlight a burly man looking about 25 is beating senseless a younger kid, screaming obscenities, apparently very unhappy that the kid’s pockets turned out to be empty.

Swearing loudly, the man kicks the youth in the ribs, while spinning a complex tale involving the kid’s parents and the process of his conception. The tale ends with a complex and detailed description of the younger man’s current abilities and state. The noise gives Michael ample opportunity to get closer and stand behind the thug.

Apparently satisfied, the mugger turns around to look for his next weekend. And meets Michael’s fist ramming into his jaw with the force worthy of a professional boxer.

After burning blood, it takes the vampire a few seconds to calm down and start dragging his food into a side alley. Sometimes you had to spend blood before getting some.