A/N: This was for a Halloween prompt. It's very silly.
This was his night. He could feel it.
Red eyes and white hair shone in the dark as he watched, choosing his victim. The vermin were out in packs tonight, walking from street to street without ever suspecting their doom stood hidden in the shadow of a nearby building. It was like an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Razor teeth glinted as he pulled his lips back, scanning the crowds. Who would it be?
Ah, there. That one. A straggler, all by herself, without the protection of a pack. Her eyes were glued to a printout, her blonde pigtails bouncing as she walked. She wore a cheerleading uniform from a school he didn't recognize. Perfect. It was like acting from a script.
She paused just a few feet from him, frowning down at her paper.
"You lost?" he said, stepping out of the shadows for maximum coolness.
"I am, actually." She barely glanced at him. "Do you know where Boreal Street is?"
He kept his grin in check. Didn't want to frighten her too soon. That would come later.
"Sure." He tilted his head toward a side street. "I can take you, if you want. You probably shouldn't be walking alone."
"That'd be great. I appreciate it."
He started walking and she followed. This was too easy. When she fell into step beside him, he cast another glance at her, noting large green eyes, smooth skin, and a steadily pumping jugular. He licked his lip.
He'd gotten her a block and a half down a quiet street before she caught on.
"You're not taking me to Boreal, are you?"
"Nope," he said, herding her until she was up against a gnarled oak tree. "Sorry."
He grinned wide, waiting for the panicked breathing to start. Instead, she rolled her eyes and stomped down on his foot with the heel of her heavy combat boot.
"AH!" he yelled, jerking from the pain. She pushed past him and he managed to get her by the wrist.
She whirled back and aimed a right hook at his head, but this time he was ready. He blocked her, then blocked her again. They whirled around each other in a fighter's dance as she kicked out again and managed to land on his gut.
"I should know better," she yelled. "The creeps always come out on Halloween."
He caught her fist in his hand and blinked at her. "Halloween?"
"Yes, genius, Halloween. Let me go. I have a party to get to."
Oh no. Oh shit. Had he been so stupid? He'd picked Halloween night to try and get his first bite? He was never going to hear the end of it. Walking fucking cliché.
"Damn it," he said, releasing her. "I'm an idiot."
"You're just figuring this out now?"
He went back to the tree and started banging his head against it.
"What are you... oh my god," she said.
"Go away and leave me to wither," he groaned. His brother was going to laugh for a week.
She stood next to him, arms crossed. "You're a vampire, aren't you? Like, a real one?"
He stood and hissed at her, baring his fangs and trying to maintain some semblance of decorum. She arched her eyebrow and he dropped his arms.
"Yes," he said.
"Were you going to bite me?" She lifted her fingers to her mouth to hide her smile.
"I'm definitely not going to do it now. Leave me alone."
Against all odds, she grabbed his hand and yanked him along. It took him several seconds to gather his wits and pull away.
"The actual fuck... I am a creature of the night. You do not hold a creature of the night's hand. Where are you taking me?"
She tapped her foot. "We're going to go find my party."
He sputtered. "I am not going to a human party. I come from the noble line of Evans, stretching back generations. My family tree is written in blood and-"
"It's Halloween and you're not going to bite anybody," she interrupted. "What else are you going to do?"
He rocked from foot to foot. "Skulk in the shadows?"
"Come on," she said, beckoning, and he found himself trailing behind her.
"I'm Maka, by the way," she said, yanking him forward by the jacket sleeve so he walked beside her. "And you are?"
"Soul," he said, the word falling from his lips without his permission.
She laughed. "Interesting name for a monster that's not supposed to have one."
"My sire has a strange sense of humor. What are you supposed to be dressed as, anyway? College co-ed?"
She dug into her bag and pulled out a wooden stake. He flinched away when she twirled it.
"Buffy the Vampire Slayer," she said.
He rolled his eyes. "Of course you are."
