I waited along a dark, gloomy suburban street, hiding under the shallow shelter of a large oak, close to the ground. I waited listening contently to the sounds of the large city moving in the middle of the night. Lights of the buildings on the other side of the canal flashed on and off as tired workers woke up in the dead of the night for a drink. I sighed quietly listening harder for soft shuffles coming down the cement pathway. I heard a voice traveling down the path vertical to mine thinking about her mother and how she would not approve, currently she was scolding herself for making such a dumb irrational thing to do; I smiled thinking not many people in this century who thought of the consequences of walking alone in a neighborhood park.
She turned down my path thinking of ways to ward of attackers, such as the key in her left hand and ju-jitsu moves she had learned last week. I used my head to maneuver around her thoughts and passed emotion until I found the obvious information about this mundane. Gracie she was young in her twenties and had lived with a roommate just down the walk at the university, she seemed young and ambitious, not a quality you could pick out in very many young people this day and age. I decided against my nature to leave this one to grow into a more successful person and be an attribute to the human race.
I wandered back through the brush to where I heard another person walking through the neighborhood park in the dead of night; it was a young man this time, which was looking for trouble, stalking around the park with bad intentions, toward people like Gracie. I hid behind a bush waiting to hear the approaching thuds of rundown sneakers. Closer he approached and I readied myself to be able to catch his bulk and put a hand over the young mans mouth. I heard the panic in his thoughts now sensing that something was amiss. He thumped closer and I sprang forth from my hiding place, clapping my hands over his grubby, dirty face and planted him into the dirt. He squealed and bucked like a common pig.
"Stay still, it will be painful for a minute" I said my voice coming out in a soft whisper. His body continued to fight as my large teeth sprang forward now aching for the familiar texture and density of a mundane. My teeth opened new piercing into the man's throat and the liquid followed delightfully down my throat, the man eventually stopped trashing as his energy was being sucked from his body. He eventually laid flat; his heart had stopped quietly and quicker than I thought.
I ran my hand in my stiff jeans pocket and bullet out a sliver shell and placed it a few feet from where he lay. I knew this scene to well. The traditional busy city gang wars act. Eventually someone would call the police and would have investigators check the crime scene and think it was a homicide. I smirked and walked from the place normally back to the deep brush and eventually back to my little apartment building.
I walked down the road as it began to slowly rain, hiding my face under my hood. To all the people passing now, I was a common man walking home to his wife and kids not knowing the difference between being a mundane and a vampiric killer.