He mostly comes at night... mostly.
Usually the light of day singed his skin, and he spent the day within the comfort of his dark home. During the evenings he could find prey, using easy targets such as prostitutes or the homeless to satisfy his thirst.
But Hallow's eve was a different story.
There would be something in the air once a year, something that let his kind come out during daylight without arousing suspicion. And why would it? It was tradition to dress oddly or even ridiculously.
Dmitiri was his name. Or, his current host's name. He couldn't quite remember what his original name was, or even his form. But it didn't matter anymore. This body would sustain for quite a while.
It amused him how careless humans were on this day. A smile faking charm easily led more delicious looking prey down alleys and to their doom, screams being cut off by the loss of life. Halloween brought in more healthy prey; it was a feast for the creature.
His current prey intrigued him. The woman was beautiful, but she carried herself in such a way that it could have been manly. And yet in a ladylike way as well. Brown wavy hair hung down to her waist, which complimented her green dress and dark leather boots. She did seem in a hurry though; he wouldn't want to take too long in the event that she would be missed. His prey turned down an abandoned alley, perhaps for a shortcut, and red eyes glinted with delight. He followed her at a swift, inhuman speed.
Soon enough he had her cornered. Abnormal strength gripped one shoulder as he pushed her against a wall. He bared his fangs and hissed.
Something was wrong. Her eyes did not show fear. He was confused by this and closed his mouth, preparing to speak for the first time in a while.
"Why aren't you afraid?"
She looked at him apathetically, fire burning in those green orbs. As an answer, she brought a metal pan down onto his head.
He rubbed it, dazed, but not unconscious as many whom had suffered the attack. "Let me ask you again."
The woman's eyes widened in surprise. "You aren't human."
He felt a laugh rumble through his chest and he couldn't help but snicker. "You're clever. I'm hungry. Let's finish this quickly, shall we...?"
"Lizzie."
"Pardon...?"
"I would imagine you'd want to know my name before you've killed me."
His interest was piqued. "Why are you so willing to give up your life?"
"Why does it matter?"
He grinned, one fang glinting brightly. "It's more fun to feel them struggle, or to hear them scream until their life slips away~"
"Well I'm not about to satisfy you." Defiance was reflected across her features.
The grin turned to a malicious smirk as an idea crossed his mind. "Join me. You'd be a perfect addition to our kind."
The woman went through the choices in her head, trying to decide which she prefered. Like she had a choice. "Bite me, then."
He chuckled and pulled her close, securing his teeth around her neck. As blood welled up at the opening, he quickly sucked up the fluid and injected his own venom into her veins. "It's done."
After a few seconds, she gripped her neck in agony, feeling a burning poison course through her body. She let out a pained choke, and soon collapsed, unconscious.
He waited, amused. Her eyes soon snapped open once again, irises glowing red. When she opened her mouth to speak, he could see twin fangs growing, almost as large as his own.
This year would be fun.