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The young woman knelt on the ground silently, her back to the cold bricks of the little two-story house, a pale, glistening half-moon hanging like a beacon in the inky sky above. She thought of it, a thing of beauty and mystique, seen by many as a symbol of some sort of goodness and majesty. It was quite different for her; the moon was waxing tonight; that white orb was an ill omen.

A light breeze picked up, and she sniffed warily at the air. A thousand scents filled her head, sour, sweet, bitter….but they weren’t jumbled together and confused as they ought to have been. She could pick out each one and know where it was coming from, what it belonged to; there was nothing for her to fear at the moment.

She shifted, rocking her weight forward onto her toes, pale arms stretching downwards to support herself. The breeze slowly died, letting her crimson, choppy hair fall back into place around her snowy features. Lips pressed together tightly, her eyes flickered back up towards her target, the moonlight glinting brightly off of eyes like molten topaz. Those eyes, so unusual, gold hued like dark honey, caught sight of her prey: a large Doberman. She sniffed again. The dog smelled earthy, hardy, a small tank of a beast, nothing but pure muscle and animal ferocity. It was a guard dog; she could tell as much by the thick, metal chain than kept it locked in place, and a certain beastial glint about it’s eyes that house pets would normally lose.

She didn’t particularly need to feed tonight, as she’d just gone hunting with her family three days ago, and she’d been able to eat more than her fill. However, summer holidays were over as of tomorrow. She hadn’t been around the humans for two months now; she wanted to ensure that she was as full as possible. It would make it much easier to resist the tantalizing aroma of their blood.

She stood, the motion silent and unnaturally graceful, and crept out from the neighbouring house and towards the dog. It caught her scent immediately, and opened it’s mouth to yowl; in the same moment, her hands, cold as ice, were gripping the dog’s snout, holding it’s mouth shut. The next moment, her mouth, her venom-saliva, those razor teeth and small, sharp fangs, found the dog’s throat. It squirmed hard, but her other arm wrapped around the dog’s body, pinning it down onto the ground and keeping it from moving, the action taking no effort on her part. What was difficult was not breaking the thing’s body in her grip. She bit down softly, feeling flesh and fur give way and the hot spill of blood into her mouth. She drank back greedily, wanting this to end quickly; the animal twisted for a moment or so more, but it was small. There wasn’t much blood in it’s body, and it quickly lost strength. Within a few minutes, the animal was dead.

She stood up, gently resting the body on the ground while she reached up, wiping the smear of red away from her lips, and then wiping her hand on the dog’s fur. She hadn’t spilt much; she was a tidy eater. Once she was clean, she gripped the chain holding the dog in the yard, and snapped one of the links. Then she picked up the body and, gripping it under her arm, left the yard silently. She’d drop this off at the dump.

Half an hour later, the young vampire, by name of Isabelle Brisson, was sitting atop one of the rooftops in the small town, staring idly down into the street, preparing herself for the next day. Her eyes were a deeper gold now; the feed hadn’t been much, but she hadn’t been very hungry, so it was plenty enough. Those eyes watched now as humans walked past beneath her, allowing herself to catch their sweet, intoxicating scent. She’d be surrounded on all sides tomorrow, coming into close contact with hundreds of them. She had to be ready. It wasn’t like she could sleep, after all. No vampire could. Normally she’d be home, playing music right now. She decided to do something more useful tonight.

Light from the waxing moon penetrated the barrier of leaves which blocked most of the ground. The leaves were mostly green, though a faint ting of deep red and orange began to infect them, showing the first signs of autumn. A faint wind blew from the north, a chill coming in through its wake. Everything in the forest seemed to shake slightly with its touch... except for two things at least.

A deep growl resonated from the darkened forest just outside of the small town, a fierce and blood thirsty tone to it, followed up by the sound of someone taking a jacket of some kind off. The leaves shook and made the light move in different directions, at one point, showing black fur in one location, then snow white skin in another. The jacket was thrown next to a tree and settled after a few, excruciatingly long seconds. Everything seemed to pause, bringing a fake veil of solace over the area.

The veil was quickly ripped into shreds as the young werewolf charged at the man standing directly in front of the monster. Sleeping birds erupted into a frenzy as vicious roars erupted into the night air, then fell silent after a good few minutes. The heap of fur stopped moving completely, only raspy breathing coming from its throat. The moons light shook slightly and revealed a hand grabbing a hand full of fur on the back of the monsters neck, blood dripping from the mans fingers as they sank deeper and completely severed the werewolves spinal cord and its surrounding vertebrae.

The ball of fur violently dropped to the ground and the man followed it immediately, sinking his teeth into the jugular of the beast which was slowly turning back into its human persona. The human was young, looking at least 18 or 19, though you couldn't ever tell exactly... It must not have been very long since he was turned though, the fight was won with ease. The fangs finally left their holes and the man finally pulled his arms up, showing the muscle which was in his forearm and some of his biceps. He whipped the blood from his lips and let out a deep breath as his topaz eyes began to take on a faint crimson tint.

Wayland stared at his newly made corpse, slowly taking the boys wrist and dragging him to the nearby river. He examined the waters for a few good seconds, then, with a simple flick of his wrist, tossed the body into the rushing waters. He only watched the body float down the river for a few seconds, then turned and retrieved his jacket. He then looked down and noticed his shirt, ripped around his abdominal region, "Cut my favorite damn shirt..." His voice seemed faintly agitated, he was becoming a little too careless in his fights.

He slowly put on the jacket, easing his arms into the sleeves before taking the teeth of the jacket in his hands, and popping it. A few leaves fell from the dark leather, slowly fluttering back to the ground. Wayland popped his neck and slowly started walking to a dirt road which ran through the forest, taking a pair of keys out of his pocket and swinging them around on his index finger, just as a cowboy would do in the old western movies.

The moon reflected off of the glossy paint of the '69 Charger, making it easy to spot. He slowly approached the vehicle and slid the key into the keyhole, unlocking it. He opened the door but didn't immediately get in. He stared down the trail at the city in front of him. It was a town he had come to know and understand quite well after at least 80 or 70 years of staying there... He had honestly quit counting after about 60.

He slid into his car and shut the door behind him, sliding the key into yet another keyhole, and twisting the key to turn the motor over. A low rumbled shook the surrounding leaves near the car, and seconds later, a red light emanated from a radio. The Arms Of Sorrow - Killswitch Engage slid across the screen and the sound of music gradually picked up volume. Wayland reached forward and turned up the volume a few notches before rolling down both of the windows. Having power windows installed in this car was a blessing over having to reach back and forth to roll them down manually... At least to Wayland it was.

He pushed on the brake and pulled the gear shifter into drive, letting off the brake and pushing on the gas slowly at first. He coasted through the curves of the road, zoning out as the music entranced his mind while his eyes guided his hands at to which way he should move the steering wheel.

After a few minutes of routine driving, he pulled into the driveway in front of the house which most of his kin rested. He slowly got out of his car and shut the door, and locking it. He smoothly walked to the edge of the building where a ladder shot up and lead to the roof. He climbed up the rusty ladder slowly and eventually made it to the roof, pulling himself over slowly. He immediately walked over to the edge of the building which looked down at the entire city, his eyes scanning the grounds back and forth.

His eyes caught a scent and his eyes immediately darted to another vampire not but a few houses down from the one he was currently standing on. He didn't make much of an attempt to get her attention, only looking at her for a few seconds before looking back over the city and at the people he once used to be so close to not but about 70 years ago... He took in and held a deep breath before letting it go, blinking slowly and closing his eyes for a few seconds to take in all of his surroundings by his senses. The sounds, smells, and even tastes filled his mind and everything showed itself as a perfect picture laid out in front of him... Just another day in this city... He pulled his iPod from his pocket and put one of the earbuds into his left ear, setting it on shuffle and letting it play...

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch. Metal hitting metal on a spinning wheel. Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch... it continued. Ch-ch-ch-ch-click. A hand moved to the right, pushing the spinning wheel into a chamber with the force of inertia. Six wholes filled with six cylinders. Felix was done playing with his weapon and placed the Colt into his holster that was wrapped around his chest. "Hehehehe..." he laughed softly. It was time to go looking for some fun.

Felix left his apartment, locking it securely. He was much more cautious then a normal person, leaving traps inside that would let him know of an intruder. Placing a hair stand on the bottom of the door, last check. He was ready for the night.

A couple of days ago, he was a pretty normal person. Coming to the city to start his life at school again, like many college students did. Unpacking his stuff, getting used to the setting of this dark city. Dark and boring place or at least he thought it would be. It was a normal night like any. Dark sky covered with clouds from an earlier shower of rain. Felix loved the rain and the dark, so the mix was soothing. Moving along the cities streets, it was quite and people were in bed, he hated the day, so he choice to sleep during the time of the sun. It was like morning to him.

He was walking around a corner, to a place right near the park where his apartment was. But something didn't feel right. Something felt alluring, a smell, leaving a taste of sweetness in the back of his throat. Down the alleyway, he felt it. Curious, he went to see what made him fell... this way. Down the alleyway, he made out what looked like some sort of beast, maybe humanoid? It was feeding...

Felix remembers that day, he began to start drinking in bars the night after. The first night he spent scared out of his mind in his apartment. But the drinking got him thinking, an odd thought. He... felt happy. Excited. Maybe he was turning into an adrenaline junky, he was not sure, but he wanted to feel that again. So here stood Felix, at the door of the apartment complex, looking out into the sky. He felt anxious. Time to go exploring, I guess.

With that Felix did exactly what he thought, exploring the city. Looking in dark alley ways, crooked corners, and sinister nooks. He was searching for anything. Something to make him feel that way again. What would he do if he met it again? He did not know. Shoot it? Talk to it? Flee again? What and why... he just didn't know. He just wanted to feel it again, his senses a blazed, that scent... he wanted to pick up that sweet scent. He was obsessed with the idea...

Yesterday...

The moon's brilliance radiated the streets. The cars zoomed by without stopping. Without even glancing at the beauty that surrounded them. But, it was their fault, they might die soon without witnessing what life was really like. Deaths in the nation were multiplying. The victims were either ripped to shreds and feasted on or drained of blood. Inhumane acts preformed by cryptid creatures, unknown to public.

A man sat in a grounded chair, legs crossed, left elbow on the armrest supporting his tilted head. His right arm was constantly bringing a Starbucks cappuccino cup up to his face to sip and back down again. Laying on the table were at least four other cappuccinos he had already finished. Why drink this ridiculous amount of coffee you ask? Lets just say Van didn't like sleeping. He hated losing his sync with reality, afraid that something would overtake his mind.

Taking another sip Van groaned. He had giant eye bags tinted darkish purple from lack of sleep. His body and mind was stormed with fatigue. Taking one last gulp Van finished the cappuccino and tossed it into the garbage can without turning to aim. Luckily, the coffee cup found its mark and spiraled down into the trash can. Van didn't even notice he had made it nor care.

He reached his jittery hands into his pocket. He nervously fished out his keys from the many pennies and fidgeted around to find the correct one for the car. He tried inserting the key into the car door. But, it wouldn't go in. He grumbled and started to jam it in. Still it wouldn't fit.

He heard a distant yelling as a figure jogged towards him frantically asking what he was doing to the man's car. Van shook the sleep from his eyes and remembered he had walked here. His car was at his house. He nudged the man aside and walked towards home. He slowly strolled, sidewalk moving like a drunk, but it was really his lack of sleep. When Van arrived he fumbled with his keys for a moment and inserted it into the doorknob.

Van mumbled some unintelligible words and turned the door knob then pushing it open with his shoulder. He slowly stripped off his jacket and T shirt revealing his bare upper body. Swaying through the hallway, he found his room and let his muscles loosen up as he aimed to fall on the bed. He missed. By at least a meter. His ego slammed into a drawer and he fell on the floor grasping the pain that was thumping through his forehead. The pain quickly ceased and Van drowsily fell into a slumber.

He moonlight found it's way into his house. It was pretty easy. Van's room was huge. One side of the room was thick, glass. Just a huge giant window panel, sort of. There was a quiet rustle on the exterior of his house. Something was out there. It's fur brushing against a tree as it's heavy breath gave it away.

Van's eyes fell wide open. It wasn't a gentle brown anymore. It was dark and dull. His tongue came out moistening his lips. He chuckled a bit and opened a big chest that was in the middle of his room. There were dual FN Five-SeveNs. Each with a different color scheme. More importantly they were loaded. He slid a window panel open and somehow made it outside. His first shot fired off into a random bush and he heard leaves crackling. He shot at the direction. More leaves crackled only faster this time. Then a gray, hairy figure, it was the size of a German Shepard, lunged at him it's claws stretched out trying to dig into his skin. He instinctively lunged back falling onto his back and fired off a couple shots at it. The vampire fang coated bullets whistled through the air and made it's mark. The figure whined and retreated back into the woods.

He classified it as a young werewolf. He could have had chased after it, but what for? He had won. Van got up and brushed the crumpled leaves off his skin. He slowly crawled back into the house from the window, put the gun back in the chest and lifelessly fall onto his bed. This time he actually made it onto the memory foam mattress. Then the snoring began.

It had been another late night for Anabelle at the shelter near the center of the city, where the lowest of low bedraggled drunk old men slept away in their intoxicated stupor and the track-lined hookers spun their tales of woe. Her eyes were still stinging with unshed tears as she nursed the night's wounds; her hands were trembling with fury that she was unaccustomed to, until recently. She pushed her reddish hair out of her face revealing her hazel eyes briefly before her hair fell back into her face again. After collecting all of her things that pertained to the shelter and locking them away, then packing all of her personal belongings into her side bag, she grabbed her coat from the office.

"G'night Clara!" she called, trying to sound friendly in a way that came across as obvious and fake. Clara came around the corner and put her hand on the girls shoulder, squeezing gently.

"Don't let that idiot get to you. It's him who'll get it in the end, mind." Clara looked up at Anabelle with an intense look that made her vaguely frightened and did nothing to ease her already tense mood. She nodded and buttoned up her coat, then stepped outside.

She had gotten in a yelling fight with one of the 'patrons' earlier that evening. Now Ms. Quandry was an amicable individual, to say the very least, and it was extremely difficult to upset her, especially to make her mad, but this man had it down to an art form. He could make her go from calm to livid in nothing flat. It seemed that the bitter old codger was there every time she went in, and probably he was. He was never going to hold a job and support herself, of that she was utterly sure, sad and even pathetic though that was.

The charity of organizations such as The Angel House, where she volunteered five days out of the week, were a godsend to a lot of people and they treated it accordingly. Ana had seen the glittering tears of gratitude slide down a wrinkled old face as she handed him his first set of razors and fresh pairs of socks he had, had in over a year. It was moments like those that warmed her heart to the work they were doing, the good they were doing, in such a harsh and unforgiving world.

But then their were people like Benny, as the putrid old bastard was named. They burst through the doors, breaking all the rules and knowing they could get away with it because of the kind of personalities that worked these gigs, all the while insulting and harassing the staff. Benny had taken particular interest in Anabelle when she did not respond to his typical chauvinistic jibes and taunts and he had spent the next several weeks perfecting his approach. Much to his credit, he now had sending the poor girl into a fury down to a science. Anabelle sniffed only once, in a very uncharitable mood as she waved at Clara and the other night staff and wrapped a coat that was over large for the current weather and temperature tighter around her.

As she walked down the street, she looked like a big fluffy coat bobbing along on the sidewalk. Her dark colored knee high boots blended in with the colors of the night and her dress could not be seen under her long, bright red coat. A blue hat with a large white pom was pulled over her ears, but even that couldn't be seen due to the obstruction of her large red hood. The heels of the boots clicked softly as she made her way down the street.

According to statistics, this was one of the most unsafe areas of town, but Ana wasn't worried, since she knew most of the thugs of these streets. Most called her a friend even, or at least a nice acquaintance. With ignorant confidence, she walked along, muttering angrily to herself. Her soft voice carried over the silent streets, only the roar of an occasional passing car or the wail of distant sirens drowned it out, briefly, then it could be heard again in the reigning quiet.

The forest didn´t begin at the prairies edge. Rather, it encroached on it. As the luxurious beds of golden grass and tile grew shorter and less dense, the first scrawny, gnarled trunks poked through. Other, stouter trees ventured out behind them in ones and twos as the last diminutive blades of grass gave way to cracked, dry earth and twisted undergrowth. A careless traveller could find himself well within the forest´s domain before realising he had ever left the plains.
As far as Rain knew or cared the forest had no name. From his vantage point on the last high ridge before the forest began its invasion, the man could see only spares details beyond where the grass truly ended. The twisting and curling of the trees themselves conspired to block his view more than the shadows and the seemingly perpetual dusk. The dark air above the forest was calm and unmoving, no warmer or colder than the air above the grassland. The forest itself showed none of the natural heat that is typical woodland might display. To Rains eyes it was simply a massive, cold blank. There was no sound from within the dark mass. For all intents and purposes, the forest was a dead place.

It was precisely as described. Rain nodded to himself and hopped down off his low ridge, skittering down the slight incline and into the dense field of tile and weed once again. The tile responded immediately, every barbed blade leaning gently toward him was waded past. The long trek from his home, if he could still call it that way, had taken Rain through many miles of open wheat country, and he soon grown to despise the stuff. It did not harm him of course. Fleshier individuals avoided these fields as much as possible. Those who didn´t would emerge covered in scratches and scrapes that glowed bright red and took agonising weeks to heal.

The trek through the forest was quiet and peaceful with not even birds making any noise and rain doubted there were any inside the forest anyway. The walk through the forest didn´t take that long, only few hours at maximum and soon Rain spotted the edge of the forest growth. It was lined with grassy fields that stretched all the way in all directions. The touch of the grass was finally something enjoyable after days of painful trek through the seemingly endless wheat. The blades were gentle to the touch and subdue even to the slightest of breeze but Rain didn´t care, seemingly. His expression staid indefinite as he walked through the grass towards the shapes in front of him.

On the other end of the forest, behind the field of grass, some few kilometres away the silhouette of the city could be seen. A large town, filled with life and humans. Rain was especially a social type but sometimes you need to do what you have to do. Rain only exhaled deeply as he finally reached the city perimeter. He stopped at the edge of the city and took a deep breath. After a moment of motionless standing around he looked around and entered the city. Slowly, step by step Rain walked down the cold streets and from time to time looked to one direction or another just to see if there wasn´t anything worth of his curiosity but luckily or maybe not, there wasn´t such a thing in sight, so far.

How many hours had passed now? Or had it been minutes? For the eternal, the flow of time always seemed strange and uncertain. Sometimes, days seemed to skip by like seconds, barely a flash of colour and whirling motion before they were gone, to melt into the stewing pot of the past. Other times, it dragged. She had a feeling tomorrow was going to be one of those days. Surrounded by humans, constantly bombarded by their sweet, enticing aroma; it was more than enough to make the school days torturous. The fact that they were attempting to teach a girl with two university degrees grade twelve science didn’t help to make the day go any quicker, either.

As it was, though, she knew this was a good thing to be doing. The streets were pleasantly crowded tonight, not cramped too full, but sifting with just enough people to make their scent waft up towards the rooftop and catch the young vampire’s senses, tickling them for a moment before passing on, to be replaced by a new scent, a new human life. Every time, she inhaled deeply, savouring the delicious aroma. Tomorrow would be so much easier after hours of this.

Her throat was on fire, tight, her mouth producing extra toxins as her body prepared itself to hunt the prey that passed along before her. However, in spite of her instinct, she was quite calm. She wouldn’t hurt these people; she’d been practicing for decades. It was still an effort, as it would always be. But it was a tolerable effort. She could handle it.

A few times, a passing human would glance upwards towards the rooftop, perhaps a glint of moonlight on molten gold eyes or snowy skin catching the corner of their eye. However, whenever they looked, there was nothing there. She moved far too quickly for them to be able to spot her. Normally, she wouldn’t much care. It was unusual for people to sit around on the rooftops, but not unheard of. They’d just think she was strange. However, she had school tomorrow. She couldn’t be sure who might pass that she knew. She didn’t care to explain to them why she was sitting on the roof watching people at all hours of the early morning.

She did this for a while, until she decided that just sitting here wasn’t enough preparation. She wouldn’t be watching her classmates from the ceiling tomorrow. So, quick and silent as a shadow, she dropped down next to the house and in the next moment, without anyone noticing, had mingled in with the passing humans. Her outfit was a tad unusual; a black tank-top and torn-up jeans. Most people were wearing light jackets by now, but she felt no chill to the air. Compared to her skin, cool as snow and ice, it felt pleasantly warm.

This close, she could feel the warmth of the human bodies, hear the flow of their blood, the pump of their hearts as they laboured to flow the precious liquid through their systems. The smell was almost overpowering. She offered polite smiles at the stares she received; she was unusual to them, a fascination, as all vampires were. Lovelier than any human they could have seen, eyes like gold, skin like snow. She was accustomed to the stares. She treated them like nothing now.

Suddenly, a new scent caught her attention, making her choke for a moment and then frown, eyes tightening. A dog smell, an earth smell, a wretched, disgusting smell. A werewolf was nearby. Their scent was horrid to the vampires, just as the vampire scent was horrible to the wolves, making their noses burn and probably bringing up a strong desire to gag.

She wanted to find it, to kill it, to rip it’s jugular open and spill it’s detestable blood on the ground. She began hurrying through the crowd, ignoring the human scents and paying attention only to the wretched one, trying to find the wolf. She nearly knocked over several people, including a young woman in a bright red coat that seemed incredibly out of season, and a young man who she could smell was hiding a gun on his person. The wolf was here, somewhere, and when she found it…. A smile pricked at her pale lips. The thought was wonderful.

Felix was getting annoyed. He was relatively a patient man, but with this fire burning inside. This passion, this obsession to find it again. He could not just ignore the feeling. The feeling was making him impatient. Making his feelings angrier. He gave up with looking in dark places. It was getting him no where. Instead he went down the streets, on the sidewalks passing people. He completely ignored them, they had to relevance to him. Just faceless strangers.

A sniff. A whiff. The scent picked up in the calm breeze. He stopped suddenly, it smelt a little like... Someone bumped right into, pushing him out of the way. Hard, solid feel... no give in the skin that just brushed him. Like a brick wall pushing by. The scent was maxed, the allure capturing. A girl with white skin and golden eyes. He turned and watched as she went by. She was focused, centered on something. Felix was in awe. Golden... eyes? He thought to himself, he didn't want this opportunity to pass.

He followed the girl. Making no other intentions, just following. His mind did not formulate any plans. His body just followed. An instinct, like a lamb following its mother. He was getting excited, anxious. His body was in full alert. He did not try to be subtle. He did not stalk the girl. He just followed and watched. Who is she? Is she the same person from the other day? WHAT is she? My heart races... why? His thoughts in chaos.

The smell was closer, she thought, and sincerely hoped she wasn't just imagining things. It was sour on her tongue, making her mouth dry, not even the scent of the humans able to alleviate her disgust. When she found it, she would kill it. Rip it's teeth from it's jaw and gouge it's eyes with them, then tear off it's legs, and it's tail, and open up it's chest and crush it's heart while it still beat. She'd make it suffer. They had no right to be coming so far from their territory.

She heard a shift behind her, a pause and then change in a pattern of human steps; she felt a set of eyes on her back. She tensed ever so slightly, the movement unnoticeable to anyone who didn't have the sight of her kind. She could tell from the sounds of the steps that her follower was a human, and they weren't making any real attempts to stay hidden. So.. it was probably just another one who got curious about her. Most were fascinated, but unconsciously, their survival instincts kept them away. Some... acted on their curiosity. With most vampires, that spelled death. With her... it just normally spelled an inconvenience on her part. Like, right now, for example.

She kept going for a few more minutes, being a bit more careful to avoid bumping into people, not wanting to draw more attention to herself; the footsteps persisted. Pale lips pressed together into a tight line and she sighed, a barely audible hiss through her teeth as she slowed down, a strand of crimson hair falling over her snowy features.

She paused and glanced back, casually, as any normal human might have glanced around. She quickly caught sight of the one following her; the young man with the gun. He certainly wasn't trying to keep himself hidden. In fact, he was staring right at her, his expression peculiar.

She feigned surprise, lying and acting being two things she'd gotten quite good at in the past few decades, and stopped, turning around to face him; her face showed interest and confusion, as if she wasn't sure why this guy was approaching her. “Um...hi...can I help you with something?” Her voice was like velvet, soft and faintly musical, another feature they'd adapted to help lure their pray. That wasn't her intent, of course, but turning of your voice wasn't something even vampires were capable of.

Felix had followed her a bit of distance now. She was concentrated on something and was intent to find it. Like a hound of the trail. But as he followed, a small twitch back from her head. Felix realized she noticed him. But she still continued, probably waiting to see if Felix would leave. His heart was beating quickly. He didn't quite have a word for the feeling. Continuing to follow her, she eventually slowed and Felix matched her pace. She wanted him to walk by her, he thought, but he would not. And then she stopped, tilting her head back.

Taking one more step, Felix stopped. About ten feet away from her. Dangerous zone, if she acted first she could get to him before he got his gun out. It was logical math applications to him. And he always kept in mind, your opponent is always faster, stronger, and smarter than you are. Then words, like a musical lullaby flowed out, words that even caught Felix in its alluring trance. He was about to move towards her, but then an image of the creature he saw in the alley way flashed by him. Dangerous... Alluring but I feel a sense of danger. It feels great. He had no desires of the girl herself, nothing at all. It was just her feeling, her aura that made him just simply want to be near. He was following a thunder cloud of energy, the feeling was all he wanted.

"Help me?" he mumbled under his breath, not intending to let it escape his mouth. He reached into his pocket picking a cigarette from within. Reaching into another pocket he pulled the lighter. Looking away to cup the cigarette, he lit and took in a deep inhale. Mix of the smoke and the smell of her crept down his throat. Exhaling the smoke straight above himself in the air, he stared at it for a second. He wasn't really sure what to say to the girl. The only thing he could ask was one of the questions that had been stuck in his mind.

"What exactly are you?"

"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts. There they are a-standing in a row..."

Up high on the roof of a building adjacent to all the hustle and bustle of the streets below, Benjamin set up his eagle's nest while singing a cheery tune. Opening his case, Benjamin pulled out a beautiful and ornate musket. It looked like an antique. He decided to bring a gun that didn't have a scope, because if he was forced to use his abilities, it would be a good idea not to have his eye on one thing. From this distance, he could hit somebody with nothing more than his eye anyway. No need for scope when they were so close. He stroked his rifle's barrel, before eying somebody in the street.

"What a beautiful specimen..."

Benjamin could tell a vampire or a werewolf from normal humans. It was simple things, such as the color of their skin, their eyes, or even the way they walked. He was obligated to be able to do it, being a hunter. he trained his rifle on her as he started humming to himself. It was too bad that she had to die.

Benjamin smiled as he put his finger on the trigger.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger and en the abomination that walk the streets, Benjamin noticed a man. He was human, obviously, but he had turned around and began to follow the vampire. "Curious," Benjamin thought to himself. It wasn't strange, necessarily. Vampires were good at getting the attention of average humans. Benjamin closed his left eye as he took aim at the vampire.

It didn't take long for the vampire to turn around and address the man. Benjamin's grin cracked revealing his teeth. "Just give me a reason, Vampire," he said to himself. "I won't even have to explain myself if you do."

Wayland shut his eyes for a while and seemingly enough, time shot by him as always. He let out a sigh and took in a breath, immediately picking up the smell of yet another rancid werewolf... Maybe he could take his kill count for the night up to two. He looked to his right where the female vampire was at earlier, but she had already most likely chased after the stentch too. He looked to the moon for yet another time and began twisting his earphones around his iPod, stuffing it back into his jacket pocket before staring in the direction of the smell.

He placed a hand on the edge of the buidling, and in one motion, brought his right leg up, sprang off of it, and jumped over two buildings in the blink of an eye. The took a few strides over the roof, and did nearly the same thing, though he only bounded to the next building. The loathsome stentch grew with every roof, though it was quickly knocked away as Wayland picked up the smell of the female vampire again. He paused for a second and approached the edge of the building, looking over the edge and seeing her standing there, staring at a human which seemed to be locking eyes with her too.

He grinned faintly, though another smell caught his senses... It was the smell of gunpowder residue. The amount of residue seemed to be way too high for just a pistol... Someone had a sniper, and there was no way someone could conceal that under their clothes. His eyes darted back and forth, and finally found the roof which held the sniper. "Shit..." he growled out of his mouth, jogging over to the back of the roof, then dropping into the black, and barren alley way. His pace was at a high tempo, mainly because he really didn't want to see his own kinds blood spilt tonight.

He turned the corner and melded into the crowd, a few girls narrowing their eyes and winking at him, though he payed them no attention. He walked up behind the female vampire and put his arms on her shoulders as if he knew her, putting on a fake grin and voice, "Hey! I've been looking everywhere for you, hurry up else we're gonna be late!" His voice seemed true, though there was a hidden meaning in the words which she should be able to pick up on, "It's going to start in a minute or so!" He tightened his grip on her shoulders slightly to show the urgency in his words though for an even higher price than just something trivial.

Anabelle was nearly home when she turned on her heel, deciding abruptly that she wasn't going to go. On the walk home she was becoming more and more angry and frustrated, and she knew at home everyone would be in bed. She needed people to sooth her aching thoughts. So she headed back up main street and down another, towards her favorite diner. It didn't take more than ten minutes to get there and she entered it happily, the bell on the door rang as she did so.

She liked this particular diner for one major reason. Sure the people were exceptionally nice and the food was pretty good and a decent price, but those weren't the reason she liked it so much. She liked it because it had a coat rack. Thinking about this, Ana wriggled out of her gigantic red coat and hung it on said rack, stomping her feet to rid them of any dirt she might have trailed in. The coat rack gave the place a very homey feel, like she was eating at another person's house who just happened to have a dining room with eight four seater tables and six booths in it. It made her feel welcome. She stuffed her blue pom hat in the sleeve of her jacket and shook her hair to loosen it from the stuck hat hair position it was in.

The counter had six stools and she took one of them, not bothering to open her menu. It took a moment but then the waiter was over, a flaming Latino that she was very familiar with. He grinned a smile that was typical of a waiter earning their tip, but she was oblivious of this and felt only his friendliness.

"Hola, honey! How are you sweetie, you look terrible!" he squealed, noticing her swollen eyes and puffy cheeks. She sighed and related to him her night's tail of woe, speaking louder through the window to the kitchen when he went behind to cook her meal. By the time he had brought her a plate of fries with a greasy burger, she was feeling a lot better, virtually all of her tension was gone and she inquired upon his day.

"Marty, are you alone?" she looked around in concern as she noticed that the place had quite a few customers, certainly too many for him to service by himself. That set him off. Apparently Jenna, the other worker who was supposed to be on tonight called off sick, but his theory was that she was really at a concert with her boyfriend, a sound theory since she had fought to have the day off and had been rejected when there was no one to cover it.

"If she's sick, then Vin Diesal is a straight man." he concluded huffily, throwing dishes into a rinsing tub. Ana winced as they clattered, thinking some of them had probably broke, and a little sorry she had brought it up, since now he seemed to be in a bad mood. Some people felt better talking about their problems, others, well, didn't.

Still craving human interaction even though Marty no longer seemed in the mood to talk, Ana looked around to see who was there and if she knew anyone. There was Mr. Ainsworth, a quiet and senile old man who lived next door. He came twice a day and ordered the same thing. He was here a bit late, must be feeling cheeky. Holly Beck was there with her baby, asleep in a carrier. She worked late too and had probably just picked up her son from her mothers house. There were a few others who she knew by face and not by name.

But in a corner sitting and looking rather lonely, was someone new. Curious, she stood and sidled over to him. She stood next to his table and smiled brightly. It faded a little when she saw his face...he was paler than she was and looked like he didn't have a friend in the world. His hair was a pale blond and his face was oddly scarred.

"Hello," she said quietly. "I don't believe I've seen you here?" she asked him politely. Some of her hair fell into her face and she blew it away only for it to fall in again.

“The city smells awfully” Rain thought as he slowly walked the streets filled with life even at this time of day as he turned right into a seemingly abandoned smaller street that looked peaceful enough for a small walk. He could feel them all even if he wasn´t distinctively close to them. Vampires. He knew they were around, as always. He didn´t see a city where the scent of the damn bats wouldn´t make his day worse than it already was. He only snarled to himself as he kept his sight fixed in front of him. He was walking alone across the street what would be really creepy if he wasn´t a werewolf himself.

He only smirked a bit and crossed to the other side the streetlights shining down on him. “I just came and I already hate it here” he sighed to himself as the street he was walking down was coming to an end, but not a dead end but it was leading to another street, this one filled with people again and where there are people there are the ones that hunt them. Vamps. Rain frowned as he emerged from the small street into the crowd. His black hood on his head hiding his face from everyone. He looked around to one than the other direction. “This will be one hell of a night.”

That wasn't what she'd been expecting. Some lame pick-up line, some question about her eyes (Do you wear contacts?), perhaps asking if she was ill, an assumption many people made because of her unnatural skintone. She watched as he removed a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, taking a deep drag, and she wished that he hadn't; the stench made her nose sting like soot. Many humans didn't even like the scent; for her, it was unbearable. She opened her mouth to politely ask him to put it out, watching as he blew a stream of smoke up into the air, but he was speaking now.

"What exactly are you?"

The surprise on her face was genuine now. This was certainly the last thing she'd been expecting, and she felt her body insinctually tense, preparing itself to kill, or otherwise flee. He couldn't know about her. Their existance had to stay a secret. There weren't many laws in vampiric society, but the one that did exist was quite clear: We mustn't be revealed.

It took a moment of panic for her to come to her senses. There was no way a human could know. It was impossible. This simple truth calmed her down immediately, barely a moment after he'd asked the initial question, the flash of surprise barely having time to register on her face. He must be referring to her eyes, or her skin tone, but in a completely human sense. Perhaps he was high on something... that would make sense.

She made herself look bewildered, and slightly wary, as any human girl would. "I'm a...girl? I'm cold? I'm tired and would like to get home to bed?" Came her response, sounding quite confused, and slightly unsure, as if she were a bit nervous. Gold eyes shifted away, back towards the scent of the werewolf. She wanted to get going... the scent was moving further away...

Suddenly, a very different scent reached her, catching her off guard by how it seemed to appear out of nowhere; if course, she knew this was only because she hadn't been paying attention. The scent was sweet, though not the enticing sweetness of the humans. There was another vampire here, and sure enough, this was confirmed when two hands gripped her shoulders, hard and smooth as stone, and nowhere nearly as warm as a living human.

She blinked, her expression genuinely confused now, and turned her head to get a look at who was behind her. Sure enough, another vampire. His skin was like snow, his features were flawless (though of course they wouldn't have the same effect on another vampire), and his eyes were a crimson red. As their eyes locked briefly, gold and red, a tiny frown tugged at the corners of her lips for a fraction of a second. He was one of those types... they didn't often interact with animal-eaters like her. She was about to ask why exactly he was getting so close within her personal space, but he began speaking.

"Hey, I've been looking everywhere for you! Hurry up or else we're gonna be late!"

Her face blanked for a moment; what the hell ws he talking about? She was quite sure she'd never met this guy before in her life, and she had a pretty good memory for these things. So why did he seem so insistant?

"It's going to start in a minute or so!" He persisted, his grip on her shoulders tightening. She frowned, her expression questioning; perhaps he'd mistaken her for someone else, but she knew the chances of that were slim. So what was he trying to say?

His eyes flickered away for a fraction of a second, almost too quick for even her to catch. Wondering, she glanced over quickly that way as well; she couldn't see much. He was glancing towards a rooftop... it took her a moment to register that a human was there. Once she was aware of that, she sniffed a bit, and became aware of another scent, one she hadn't noticed before: metallic, smokey, another gun. However... there was a scent reminiscent of the vampire smell, as well. So it was a hunter.

Her face hardened for a fraction of a second, and then she flashed the new vampire a dazzling smile, apparently elated to see him. "Sorry, sorry, I was just on my way to come see you, I got caught up..." She glanced back to the human, her face going serious again. "You should go home. It's late." Her tone was insistant, earnest. She didn't know how long it had been since her new aquaintance had fed, and she didn't want to see her little shadow become an early-morning snack, either.

She turned back to the other vampire, offering another smile. "Well, let's go then." She tugged away, subtly but insistantly, out of his hands and began making her way down the street, glancing over as if expecting him to follow, back in the direction she'd been heading orginally.

Felix watched her reaction, she tensed slightly to his question, very slightly. It was the reaction he wanted. But she was very good at hiding it, only her left eye betrayed her. It twitched. Her words were lies, to hide the aftereffect. Things she made up on the fly. She did have very unusual features for a 'person'. Pale skin, golden eyes, a sickly look, it wasn't something you saw in a human really. No matter what, no matter her reaction, she could not hide that allure from Felix. That ungodly allure.

But then something distracted Felix. A second presence, a second allure. But it was not the same. It had more of a rough feeling if you will. Either way Felix was getting more excited by the minute. So much negative energy. He did not care of the aura, he was just obsessed.

A man came from the crowds, he could tell he was just like her. Skin was the same and the certain allure. But his eyes... they were red. Yes... yes I remember now! That days before, the eyes were red. But I do not know if that is the same person. There seems to be more than one. His thoughts raced as he watched them. Watching there reactions. The man spoke as if he knew her, but the girl looked even more confused. She looked up and her face went serious. Felix glanced to check also, but he was unable to see anything. The girl said something and Felix turned back to her.

He caught the words directed at him, "You should go home. It's late." The words did hit his ears. He did understand them. He just did not listen to it. It was not late for him, it was almost mid day to his body. He liked to stay up at night.

The two started to make their way and Felix just followed. Keeping his distance. His mark was on the girl over the guy, Felix didn't like him.

Benjamin cracked a grin at the little vampire. She seemed to be stumbling in thought. Maybe she was confused by something that the human had said, but he found it highly unlikely. Any normal vampire wouldn't give this man a second thought. They would probably just feed on him. This one was different, though.

"Gold eyes..."

Benjamin knew what that meant. She fed on animals. She wasn't bloodthirsty for a human neck, but it didn't mean she deserved to live. God only knew how many heads of cattle or a farmer's livestock she had killed. He'd be doing a favor to animals at least, and that was good enough for him. Any reason was a good reason to kill a vampire. He took aim one last time before another interruption.

This time, a male vampire approached. He was as obvious as the female. He had red eyes. He feasted on human blood. Something was different with his arrival, though. He was looking for something.

"Shit."

Benjamin knew what was going on. He knew it as a sniper and he knew it as a hunter. The enemy had found his location. It wouldn't be long before they either got away from him or they simply decided to attack. Odds were that they were going to retreat considering the gestures that the male made to the female and the fact that they were simply heading away. If they were retreating, it was always another opportunity to find them later.

Something else was odd. The human was following them. There had to be a reason. After all, humans don't just follow random people they've never met before unless there was one of a few reasons. He may have been a mugger. He may have been a rapist or a creep. If that was the case, good riddance. There was also the possibility that he was just seduced by the vampire, but odds were she would have off-played that considering she only fed on animals.

Regardless of the outcome, Benjamin was sure to bide his time until the perfect opportunity for a clean kill presented itself. If they went too much farther, though, his old musket might be useless. Benjamin kept his thoughts on the attache case he was sitting on just in case they got too far.