He flew overhead in the night sky, looking at the lights of the city below.
His presence was unknown to those who wandered the streets below at the late hour. He was soundless, blending in with the night sky almost perfectly. His wings made little noise, their soft flaps lost in the wind. He then found the area which he has called his hunting grounds for the past couple days.
Silent as a shadow, he descended to a building which spired up among the rest. A perfect vantage point. He landed on the top, hanging of the point of it by his hand while crouched on its steep surface.
He scoped the area, his eyes sweeping across the small community, his ears swiveling like miniature radar dishes, searching for that nights prey. It only had taken several minutes for his eyes to focus on a lone individual, walking across the street only four blocks away.
A girl, who looked no older than twenty four, walked alone in a trench coat.
His teeth ached, and his stomach growled like a wild animal, wanting to feed. The hunt at that point had already begun.
She hated this life. Every night since she was able to...satisfy, she would get called out to some horrid place for just disgusting people in general, who wanted to do nothing more but use her for her body.
It's not like she had a choice in the matter. Her parents sold her when she was little to a local pimp for not even fifty lien, just to satisfy their addiction. Since then, she's been beaten, drugged, and everything else that falls under the same light. Her whole life was just a horrible product of the so called perfect world, and she wish it could just end.
Her wish might be granted that night.
As she walked, she felt like she was being watched, making her glance over her shoulder every once in a while. The air seemed to become colder, sending chills up her spine. At points, she swore she could see a shadow dance around the ground, illuminated by the moonlight.
She quickened her pace, tempted to go into a sprint. She could feel her heart rate go up, now certain that she was being followed. It felt like the shadows themselves were moving in on her, grabbing at her legs.
She finally made it to the location she was told to meet her client. A small apartment building, one window illuminated by a light source from within. She never felt so relieved to get to one of her jobs.
That relief was short lived, since when her senses kicked in, she didn't have time to react to the force, silent as wind, that carried her down the street and into a nearby alley way.
He made sure to do this quick as possible. Holding her close so he could maneuver in the tight space, he had her hand over her mouth and his arm around her waist.
He then dropped her where there was no possibility for witnesses, he quickly flew upwards before looping back down just as fast, landing both feet on either side of her.
Before she could let out even a whisper, he grabbed her by the front of her head and shoulder, sinking his teeth into the crook of her neck.
The pain was terrible. She felt four needle like objects puncture her skin, immediately reminding her of the syringes full of the toxins she was forced to take over the years. But only this time, she felt that they were not giving, but receiving from her.
She tried to scream, but her voice did not respond. She tried to move, to fight back, but a numbing sensation filled her entire body from the punctures, like a wave of sleep. Her vision became blurry, unable to focus on anything. As the last of her life started to flicker away, she smiled as one thought crossed her mind.
"Peace at last."
When he finished off the last of the sustenance that filled the now cold body, he rose up and examined the prey with pity.
"Such a fine creation, again killed by a monster." He mumbled, his voice hollow and cold. He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a flat square container with a screw on lid, with a glowing green liquid inside. He unscrewed it, and poured the contents onto the lifeless form.
The liquid soon started to bubble and spread across the corpse, eating away at its skin, flesh, bone and blood, even the clothing too. Soon nothing was left of the prey, leaving no trace of her, or his existence.
With one flap, he flew up into the sky and landed onto one buildings that surrounded him. He look into the night sky to see that the moon was setting.
Time was running out.
He had to make sure that no one would be suspicious of this ones disappearance. He flew to the location where he abductded the girl, landing on the roof of a building across the street of the one she was going into.
He looked into the window that was lit, and saw a pudgy looking man sitting on a sofa, tapping his foot.
He needed to be silenced.
The man was getting angry. He stated that he wanted the girl by 10:00pm, and it was twelve past that.
"Stupid fucking whore, wasting my time.."
He swore out loud about how she was late, and how much it annoyed him, like it would solve his problem.
"Gonna call her dumb pimp, make her pay.." He laughed to himself as he opened a beer and drank from it. He threw the can to the side, scratching his stomach with a burp.
Then he started to feel cold, like it just dropped ten degrees in the room. The lights seemed to be dimming slightly, but he dismissed that as having too much to drink.
Then he heard a knock at the door.
"About fucking time." He grunted as he got up the couch. He headed to the door and peered through the hole in the door. He was confused, since it came up black, like it was being blocked. But he dismissed that as well, for he had gotten too impatient for the girl.
"Took your sweet ass time coming here huh?" He said as he opened the door. "Well missy, your gonna have to do real good if you wa-" he was cut short as he felt his throat ripped open by claws being slashed across his neck.
He fell onto his back, only able to make wet gurgling sounds as he tried to yell. He tried to look at who did this to him, but could only see a pair of piercing red eyes surrounded by a shifting sea of black.
His last vision was of the form kneeling down as sticking two fingers into the pool of blood that now surrounded him, and to his horror, dropped some into its mouth, which had canines sharp as knives.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he let out one last ragged breath before completely going still.
He spat out the drop of blood he placed in his mouth, gagging at the taste. "Putrid creature." He hissed as he whipped his mouth. He checked his pockets, but found that he had no more of the green liquid.
He looked around the room, and found a gas pipe running up the side of the wall. Quick and swiftly, he slashed it open, the room quickly filling with flammable gas. He stepped to the window and opened it, resting his hands on the metal frame.
He raked his claws against it, causing a small spark. He quickly flew out of the room, it bursting into a fiery ball of flame, sending the corpse, and his trace, to hell.
He flew at his maximum speed, trying to get back. He looked at the horizon, and saw the sun halfway up. It was going to be close. He could feel the energy leave his body has the light shined on him, that primal urge, disappearing. Then he saw his destination, the place he has called home for the last couple weeks.
His school, Beacon academy, grew closer, and he grew more tired. He felt his teeth recede back to normal size, his hands no longer clawed. His vision became less focus as the sun hit his eyes. He saw his dorm room, using all his remaining strength, made a final push which led him to land just outside the window.
He climbed through the window, quietly closing it behind him, so he did not wake his teammates. He climbed into bed, closed his eyes, and laid there silently.
Not even ten minutes had past when the alarm sounded, waking his team. He pretended to stay asleep, crying to gain rest. He felt a hand on his shoulder shake him.
"Isaac, wake up man." He heard his team leader call. He opened his eyes, brown in color, and yawned. He reached for a pair of darkened glasses and put them on, improving his sight. "Hey Sam. Morning already?" He asked, his voice scratchy.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Yes it's morning. Now hurry up. Gotta get the good seats." Isaac waved his hand dismissively. "Alright, alright. Give me a minute."
And so continues his almost daily routine of hunting, then school.
