Walking in the Moonlight

Chapter 1: Sweet Blood

         Darkness. One word yet it could describe so much. Walking in it made him feel powerful. He was on top of the world, an unimaginable high. He leaped gracefully from shadow to shadow, the only light reflecting from the two small glittering blades, his weapons of choice: small, deadly, and hard to detect. What made it deadly was not the wicked sharpness of them, but the poison they were thinly coated with. Tonight was eeriely quiet. Just like every other night before the blood tainted the air and spread like a thick oil across the cold pavement. Tonight, he was following a rather small, mousy woman. She shivered and constantly looked over her shoulder. Hah! If she was this scared of the dark she should have some company, he thought. He hid the knives and quickened his pace. She jumped when he appeared out of the shadows beside her.



         "S..stay back! I...I have pepper spray!" she trembled under the street light. She fumbled with her purse but her violent trembling caused it to drop and the contents to scatter across the ground. She dropped to the ground,  her eyes darting across the spilled objects until she found what she was looking for. She lifted it up and pointed it at him with shaking hands. He smiled and held out his hand. Her body froze as his eyes cast a deadly spell over her mind. She was completly hypnotized by his intoxicating green eyes. Spellbound, she handed over the small canister. He tossed it neatly into a nearby trash can. Every woman was like this, he sighed. If only they would struggle a little, he thought. Her fear seeped through the night air and made smile even wider with anticipation. He could smell the adrenaline pumping through her veins. This is going to be a deliciously sweet meal, he thought with a smile. The time was approaching. The blades slid into their rightful places and he stepped closer to her. Her eyes were frantic, praying, no, begging him not to kill her She leaned her head back obediently. She could not stop him. The first bead of blood slipped out from under her skin as he sank his fangs into her neck. He could feel her body become weaker as the blood drained. Without a moments hesitation, he dropped the body to the ground and watched as the rest of her blood slowly spread over the pavement. Her blood had not been as sweet as he had anticipated. He leaned over and carefully closed her eyelids so she could not see the moon scolding him like a child. He smirked and wiped the ruby red liquid from his mouth, clearing any evidence of the feeding from himself. Whistling softly to the night, he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked down the street. Living like this was lonely, but he was content. There wasn't many of his kind left and humans were to frightned by him to form any kind of meaningful relationship. He didn't mind, though. A stray prostitute for a snack and a dark basement was enough for him. A trash can clattered to the ground nearby made his reflexs react. He jumped into the shadows were he could not be seen. After a few seconds went by, he peered catiously out from the shadows into the alley. It was bare except for a couple of rabid rats climbing up trashy dumpsters. He smirked at his foolishness. He gazed around one more time before he kept walking, the moon lighting his path.



Chapter 2: Forgotten Child

         Pandora was waiting in the alleyway. She had seen something last night that had made her curious. She had told her parents but they didn't believe her. So she ran away.That had been the easy part. She was a forgotten child, fending for herself and herself only. Looking for the stunning young man she had seen last night was hard. She had seen a beautiful man stalk a small woman and bite her neck, then toss the lifeless body aside like a rag doll. She had almost been caught when she bumped into a garbage can and the lid had clattered to the ground. Pandora had seen it all. But she had not been frightened. Pandora was never scared.

          The young man had been very tall. His hair was long and a very deep black. His eyes had been the most magical of all. Green, like new baby leaves without a flaw. Pandora was curious about the way he killed the woman the night before. The sun was setting creating a twilight world around her. Shadows lengthened from the red bricked buildings around her. She readjusted her position behind the dumpster and waited patiently for the angel. Her eyelids fluttered and she let out a loud yawn. She felt very sleepy. Pandora couldn't help it. She tilted her head back and drifted off to sleep.

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         Tonight was a bit breezy. His hair fluttered around his face, tickling his skin like butterflies. He sniffed the air delicately, just like always. But something was different. He got a distinct feeling that someone was waiting for him. Either he was to far away from that person or the repulsive smell of the dumpster and rats disguised their scent. He listened intently and he could hear it, a human heart beat. That small insignificant sound made him curious. He was rarely curious, especially about humans. He stalked forward, ears straining to locate the excate position of the faint heartbeat. Rats scratched inside the dumpster as he walked closed toward it. The heart beat was getting louder, less faint. Maybe I found my snack for tonight, he thought with a grin. His fingers crept around the side of the dumpster to steady himself. Slow, rhythmic breathing filled his ears. His eyes landed on a small girl. She looked around fifteen, the same as his human age. She had long flowing black hair that looked violet. Her clothes were thin and ragged. A runaway, he thought. Suddenly her eyes flew open and a small gasp escaped her mouth. Her eyes were a familiar violet color. A smile broke across her face. This puzzled him, he was not familiar with this kind of human behavior. Humans usually reacted with fear, trembling fear around him. This was unatural, unbelieveable.

         "I found you, my angel." she whispered. He stood in front of her, dumbfounded.