I was crouched on a shingled rooftop, gazing out over the quiet peaceful city. In the house below me, no one moved. The Miller family, who so kindly "lent" me their house while they were away, was visiting relatives in Boston.
Still hunched down, I slowly inched my way over to the edge of the roof. I peered over the edge at the street below me, empty of human presence. Most of the silly mortals on this street were asleep at the moment.
Rocking forward onto the balls of my feet, I pushed off and sprung through the air. I landed on the street about a hundred feet away, completely silent. Ah, the joys of being a vampire.
I began walking down the dark street, my combat boots softly echoing. My brown leather jacket blew out behind me, as I made my way closer to my destination.
The night air whipped around my frame, and I stopped to lift my head. A smell entered my nose, from the east. I smiled, and turned in that direction.
I took a step and leaped. Clearing the house in front of me, I hit the backyard of the house three behind that one. I continued, using the ground as a springboard to continue. The smell grew stronger, and I leaped into a tree to wait.
The smell of sweat mixed with alcohol filled my nostrils. I grinned, my red eyes flashing. "Time to hunt," I mused to myself.
The young girl who came into my view was typical. She had a short skirt, way too tight top, and 4 inch high heels. She was a little tipsy, and with my extremely powerful senses I could smell the bitter tang of alcohol on the wind.
The night actually seemed to be on my side tonight, for the street light above her began to flicker. Good. I liked my prey scared. The girl paused in her journey, glancing up. I saw a flicker of fear pass across her face.
She slowly backed away from the light, turning to walk faster than before. I kept to the shadows, following her silently. I could feel the ever increasing smell of fear emanating from her, and I grinned in triumph.
When I timed the time was right, I leapt into the darkness before her, stepping out into the light only enough to silhouette my form. I could hear her breath catch in her throat, her heart beat stutter, her hands start to shake. Her eyes widened fractionally, and she took a step backwards, closer to the light. We couldn't have that.
"Who-who are you?" she whispered, clutching her purse in fear. As if I wanted her money.
"Darling, I am your end." And with that I leapt forward.