Its adorable, he thinks as she approaches him, it's clear by the look on her face that she thinks he's younger than he actually is, that she thinks he's a lost little human boy in need help. This, is one of the few occasions that he doesn't curse his physical age because it gets them every time, humans are so concerned with helping their young that they don't even take a second to take in the paleness of his skin, the fact that there is no little puff of breathe that leaves his lips despite the freezing temperature. They ignore the little voice in the back of their head that hints that maybe something isn't right with this scene, they take the blueness of his lips as a sign that he's cold, not as a sign that he's dead; they ignore the darkness in his eyes.
"Are you okay?" She asks and moves into the shade of the alley that he's standing in, between two large buildings that haven't had a human enter them in the last 20 years. He doesn't answer, just looks up at her. She steps a little closer and reaches out to place a soft caring hand on his shoulder, she shakes him slightly but he still doesn't answer, she's scared now, afraid for him when really she should be afraid for herself. She lifts her hand from his shoulder and cups his cheeks, she gasps and he knows that she can feel the coolness of his flesh even through her thick gloves.
She leans in closer and gazes into his eyes. She asks again. "Are you okay, where are your parents?"
Its then that he lets his fangs drop with an audible click, scream that leaves his lips is such a delicious sound that he finds that he can taste it, taste her fear and he loves it.
She backs away, forgoing the only exit she has in favour of backing herself up against the wall opposite him.
"Devil!" She shrieks and he shakes his head, a small dry chuckle escaping his lips.
"No." he answers and closes the distance between them. His hand closing tightly around her throat. He doesn't need it there, doesn't need to hold her in place because he knows she can't move, she's too scared too. He just likes it there, likes being able to feel her rapid pulse beneath his fingers. "I'm much worse."
Using his free hand he grips her hair, pulls her head to the side and sinks his fangs into her neck just as she screams. Her blood flows easily into his mouth, the sharp points of his fangs having torn through her flesh, muscle and carotid artery with the ease of a knife through butter.
She's a fighter, she claws at his back and kicks him in areas t hat would have him on his knees if he were human, he drains her quickly, feeling the fight drain from her body as her life leaves her and her pulses fades until there's nothing left of her but an empty shell.
He stands and lets her body fall hard to the concrete floor at his feet, her skin now pale looks almost like its glowing in the moonlight that peaks over them. Her eyes are still open, looking at him. He smiles at her, lifts his hand to his mouth and wipes what's left of her blood from his lips.
He smiles, low and knowing as his body tingles and for a slight second it feels like his blood is flowing through his veins again. He closes his eyes and says into the lifeless Swedish night.
"I'm here my child, down here." As Eric approaches.