WTSS 1

It was dark in the sky. The moon shone bright as it held its secrets. This was their time. They controlled the night as the mere mortals walked the day. They knew the streets, the hide outs. They knew where to stalk for prey. They owned the night, the night belonged to them.

Marian walked down the abandoned walkway. She began to quicken her pace as she pulled her coat closer to her body. She listened as her black heeled shoes clicked along the stone path. She could hear the rain water drip from the pipes and and splash into the puddles that owned the back alley way. She couldn't wait to get home. The warmth and safety of her own house. These streets always creeped her out. She always felt like she was being watched. As though something lurked in the shadows. She began walking at a faster pace, longing for the security of her own home.

He moved along the roof tops watching her closely. They were getting closer now. Soon they would make their move. And he had to be ready to protect her. They could not get her.

Marian sighed happily as she closed her apartment door and took her scarf off. Pugsy her black cat came through the open window. Marian smiled and gave it some food and went back to getting changed. She hung her rain coat up in the cupboard and switch the kettle on. She turned the TV on only to find that there was nothing amusing to watch. Like usual. The kettle started whistling. Marian turned the TV of and threw the remote on the couch and turned to go back to the open kitchen. She lifted the tea pot off the hot ring to stop its whistling.

Marian felt sweaty so went into the bathroom to freshen up.

The dark leather man smirked darkly from outside her window. He had been waiting patiently for her to come home. Now that she was out the main room, he could make his prey easier to catch. But little did he know he was being watched by the man who had been following her home.

The dark man slid stealthily into her main room. He could hear the water from the bathroom sink running. He smirked again at his luck. He gazed around the apartment looking at all her belongings. His trained eyes landed on the cat that stood on the bunker, its heckles up and hissing at him. He smirked and went to hit the cat away when the water turned off and the bathroom door knob began to turn. He back flipped and landed upside down on the ceiling. He watched as she exited from the bathroom and walked back over to the kettle. He crawled quietly across the ceiling until he was behind her. He watched as she picked up the kettle and began to pour it into a cup. While he had his chance he landed without a noise behind her. He smiled. She really was beautiful. He grabbed her, causing her to scream and drop the cup sending it smashing to the floor. He placed his hand over her mouth to silence her.

Robin heard the scream and jump through the window. He saw the scene taking place before him in the kitchen and wasted no time in jumping across the room and pulling the tall man off her. He turned to face Robin and his face was an expression of pure hatred. Pulling him off Marian had caused her to fall and smack her head on the bunker, leaving her unconscious.

'What are you doing here?' He spat.

'Just passing through' Robin smirked punching the offender in the face. Before the man could recover Robin jumped over to him and threw him against the wall. He crumbled to the floor. As soon as he stood Robin began repeated punches to the face. The leather clad man could only bare the fists. Robin then threw him again through the coffee table, crashing it to the floor.

'Watch out for that wood.' Robin mocked.

The dark man grumbled as he stood to his feet and tried to punch his enemy, only to be caught and thrown across the room one more time, and then punched in the face. He stumbled backwards. Regaining his balance he looked Robin in the eye. He realised he was not going to win this fight. He retreated back to the window and was gone with the wind.

Robin looked around the apartment. It was destroyed. Her coffee table broken, her photo's that had been placed neatly on her walls now lay smashed on the floor. Her ornaments now just pieces of what they once were.

Robin turned back to the unconscious Marian. He walked over and picked her up in his arms easily. He looked at her face which sadly now had a nasty bruise forming on it. He smiled. She was quite pretty. He carried her to the window and took her back to the mansion where she would be safe.