Dave POV
Dave crouched in the shadows, unseen by the shifty looking characters that roamed the alleys at this time of night. Smirking, his sharper than human teeth glinted in what little luminescent light the full moon provided. It was midnight; his time to hunt.
After the apocalypse, he no longer had to hide his true nature or appearance; hiding and lurking in the darkness was an instinct, and he felt more comfortable in the cool shadows and glow of the night than he did at any other time when the sun was up.
Lashing his cat like tail behind him in a way so silent a mouse couldn't have heard it, he locked his crimson eyes on his next victim. It was a tall young man who seemed to be trying to get away from the 'ghost town'; just Dave's type.
Stalking him, his feet hitting the ground swiftly and silently with a certain precision special to only him, he waited until the victim was beyond the point of no return. In other words, his prey couldn't escape no matter where he ran, how fast he did it, or, Dave's favorite, how hard he struggled.
Wiggling his butt a bit in excitement, his cat like ears flattened to his head, and he pounced, landing squarely on the back of he man. He grinned, sharp teeth flashing, and bit down, hard, into the man's neck, ripping and tearing at the string-y tendons beneath the soft luscious skin.
For the next fifteen or so minutes, the night was filled with only the sound of raging agony and pleading, with the small sounds of Dave's giggling bubbling up at the loudest screams.
Dirk POV
Dirk was very used to the screaming; his twin, Dave, had a mighty thing for displeasure and pain, both in himself and others. Of course, hearing the tell tale agony ridden victim and somewhat insane laughter, he flicked a fox like ear and swished his long, orange, bushy tail behind him as he jumped from roof to roof.
If Dave had found something to eat, he wanted some as well, even if he was more merciful than his twin.
He caught scent of his other, and paused at the top of an apartment building looking down to the alley below. Seeing Dave ripping malevolently at the man below him, Dirk rolled his eyes and jumped from the building that was just short of a skyscraper and landed gracefully behind him, making a chiding noise.
"Dave, don't play with your food," Dirk purred somewhat aggravated, yet even Dave could tell there was a note of amusement in his voice.
Looking up from his meal, he smiled wickedly, blood smeared on his face in a way that was just obscene.
"Sorry. Ya know I can't help m'self when 'm around O positive," His voice was an almost perfect match to Dirk's own, only silker; the blood made him somewhat high and it slurred his words together in a way that made it sound like poetry, no matter what it was he said, or how many profanities he managed to shove into a sentence.
Kneeling next to Dave, he looked into his red eyes with his own orange ones and contemplated whether or not he was going to eat intestines as his brother was doing. Deciding against it, he leaned over and began to groom his brother, licking away the blood on one of his cheeks in a rhythmic way.
"You make such a mess," he mumbled into the soft white skin on Dave's face. "Don't get me wrong, I find your enthusiasm endearing, but do you think it would kill you to at least tryand be more sanitary?"
Dirk had always been the more literate of the two, but it didn't matter to either of them. Dirk had long gotten over all of the little mistakes Dave made in everyday sentences, and Dave was definitely smart enough to understand what Dirk was trying to get across.
Smirking, a fang showing from under his lip, he chuckled lightly. "Anything for you, brother dearest,"
Dirk may have been the vocabulary master, but Dave was the master of sarcasm and irony, although Dirk did run a close second.
Shaking his head, mildly impressed by his snarky retorts, he made sure to say something snappy back, one upping him by only a sliver. "Dave? More like Sassy Sassafras McSasserson."
He gave Dave's hair a playful ruffle and turned his attention towards their meal.
His eyes slid halfway closed in a hungry and predatory way as he reached into the dark abyss that was the insides of the fallen man and brought a long, probably vital, organ to his mouth, relishing in the flavor of blood as he bit down.