The Sun had long set, the burning light that set the autumn leaves on fire had hidden itself and now the sky was painted a dark navy blue, dotted with silver stars in every direction. The only light was cast by the moon, hanging over everything, glowing in the endless space that made up the night. Not that he needed that light. The lone figure could find his way through the garden of stone blindfolded. The graves of the dead lay scattered in all directions, set at random, no pattern could be seen. Most feared these places, but he knew there was no need.

There was nothing to fear about the truly dead, laying peacefully beneath the soil in an endless sleep.

Looking around the lifeless space, he felt the usual hunger he felt every night when he awoke. Only a few streets away was the town, people moving around and talking, laughing. He heard every step they took, every word they spoke and every beat of their hearts as they pumped thick, red blood around around the body. He ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling the sharpness of his fangs, and moved quickly through the shadows, silent as a ghost. He could already feel the adrenaline that came with the hunt.

The smell of the main town was almost overwhelming, a mixture of petrol, take-out and people clashing in the air. The sounds were deafening: talking, car horns and faintly music, most likely from a nearby club. Only a handful of a people could be seen, everyone else a few streets away. They were young, teenagers most likely. They might have been there drinking, taking drugs, or simply rebelling against strict parents, it didn't matter to him. All he knew was that he was the hunter, they his prey. They didn't see him approach, too caught up in whatever they were talking about to notice the creature moving towards them in the shadows of the street. One was taken down, and another, blood pouring from their necks before the others could comprehend what was happening. Then the next two, dead before they could escape. The last one was around the corner and out of sight within seconds, leaving his friends without hesitation.

That didn't matter. Draining the two dead bodies of their blood, he watched as the remaining living teenagers stood, eyes turning a glowing red and teeth extending into fangs, a familiar hunger on their faces. The escaped teen didn't matter. No one would believe what he'd seen and there would be many more people lurking the darkened streets, easy prey. The night was still young, and as he left the street behind, the teenagers parting ways with him, he grinned at the scent of people moving around, unaware of the danger approaching them. Because for the vampire, tonight's hunt had only just begun.