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Sanguis
It was pouring down with rain. Small rivers had formed in gutters and now the water was gushing down the streets. Under the canopy of a large oak tree a cigarette glowed amber, the colour looking out of place in the dark shadows. The cigarette moved out from under the tree, closely followed by its owner: a tall, lithe figure with white blonde hair and cold blue eyes who currently went by the name of Spike. The cigarette was instantly distinguished by the rain; Spike muttered something under his breath before dropping it to the ground and crushing it under a boot in annoyance.
It was only eight o'clock, but the streets were deserted - no human would be out in this weather, well - almost no human: he watched a young figure, hunched against the driving rain, hurry towards him. A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips as the figure came closer.
The young woman was only a few feet away when she noticed the man leaning casually against the trunk of a tree.
"Hi", she said nervously, though she had no idea why she was nervous: it wasn't like she was in some dark alleyway or anything - a row of large, silent houses lined the opposite side of the road, and a few streetlights were scattered along the pavement casting small pools of light here and there, but that only served to make the shadows look deeper.
"I'm looking for Crawford Street, can you help me?" she asked, ignoring the fact that he hairs on the back of her neck were standing up. It was proberly because she was cold - she told herself. The stranger took a step closer and smiled the smile of a hungry predator.
"Sure luv, I can help you."
The woman didn't even have time to scream: Spike had already dragged her back into the shadows and savagely sank his fangs into the woman's neck. He quickly drank his fill before dropping the woman to the floor - her lifeless body held no interest for him now. Spikes handsome human face replaced that of the demons' before he casually walked down the street and turned the next corner.
Away from the unwelcome glare of the streetlamps, in the shadows of a bus shelter a cigarette glowed amber. Although he was no longer hungry, he was now bored. He smirked to himself, the image of confusion and terror on the womans face would keep him amused until something more interesting came along.
Half an hour later a small, obviously lost boy wandered around the corner. 'This must be my lucky night' thought Spike. He dropped the cigarette and waited until the boy was only an arms reach away; Spike felt the thrill of anticipation for what was to come, and he tensed his muscles ready to grab the boy: but he didn't. He just watched him as he walked by, oblivious to how close he had been to a painful death.
A solitary emotion flickered into Spikes blue eyes, but was gone before a name could be put to it.
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The title, "Sanguis", is Latin for blood.