Albert sat on his haunches, switching between closing his eyes tight and keeping them open. Both of them resulted in darkness, but it was really a matter of which was less dark. Ever since that day...that night....
He shuddered, palms cold. As a human he'd get sweaty palms whenever he was nervous. It was always something he was self-conscious about, but now he'd give anything to have that annoying function back.
He felt antsy. Nervous. Worried. He didn't want to be here...didn't want to stage this attack on people who were still human. He hardly remembered who his target was...well, actually, that was a lie. Even as a human he'd had a good memory. His amber eyes landed on the standing girl with hair that could blend in the moonlight. At least, the moonlight of old.
His mouth tugged into a frown, sharp canines poking over the top of his bottom lip. He really, really didn't want to do this. He didn't even know why Seth had put him out here. Perhaps it was a way to get rid of him...Albert wasn't exactly popular in their "home base".
The time was coming close. The red-haired demon looked as if she were counting down the seconds. He curled his fingers in, tense. The humans below were already starting to stir...a second had woken and was moving to wake the others. Hopefully they would all leave beforehand, but even then Al knew that would just give the others a chase. And he knew how much they loved a chase. These humans would be no match for them. Even Al, probably the weakest in this group, would be able to outrun them.
Run he urged mentally, RUN