Chapter 1 – This is the part where you meet the main character.
I was walking along the dark streets. They were empty of people tonight. Perfect for a hunt. I stayed in the shadows, looking for my prey. I was just passing an alleyway when I spotted my potential meal.
A male, mid forties with scruffy dark hair and clothes, leaning against the wall in a more hidden spot about ten feet from the entrance to the street. He was twirling a small pocket knife in his hand and was, with shifty eye, looking back and forth along the alley.
I decided to stay hidden and wait.
Ten minutes passed before an elderly lady entered the alley from the far side, a grocery bag in one hand and a white purse in the other. The man immediately locked eyes on her the instant she entered. He froze, readying his knife while the lady continued on, oblivious.
Just as the lady went to pass him, he launched himself at her, pushing her against the other wall. He clamped his hand over her mouth and pressed the knife to her throat. She barely managed to shriek in surprise, her groceries strewn across the ground.
"Don't make a fuckin' noise" the man growled at her, "just give me the damn bag." the lady started struggling, tears running down her face. This made the man press the knife harder against her neck. A cry escaped her as a trickle off blood ran down from the cut.
"Don't make me fuckin' kill you, you old bitch." he snapped and jerked on the bag. The lady sobbed harder, trying to get away from the man.
Time to strike.
I silently stalked up behind the man, my features were shadowed but my eyes burned like glowing embers. My canines glinting in the low light. I could smell the fear and blood from the lady coming off in pungent waves. Sharp and bitter from the fear and sweet and metallic from the blood. I could also feel the aggression from the male.
The old lady locked eyes with me and froze, a different fear taking over her expression. Still sharp and bitter but now plagued with sparks of desperation, denial. This made the man freeze and slowly look over his shoulder at me, his grip on the lady slackening.
I could feel his fear when he spotted me, more acidic than the lady's. I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him roughly away. He dropped the knife and flew he hands up to mine at his throat, clawing at my fingers. He choked as I closed off his air way.
"Don't move." I said to the lady, a trance taking over her, instantly relaxing her. I turned my attention back to the male. He froze under my gaze momentarily before struggling even harder than before, desperation taking over. He begged and pleaded for me to release him. I would not.
I firmly placed my hand over his mouth, cutting off his blubbering. I barred his neck with my free hand and sunk my teeth in. I drank deeply, feeling my hunger from weeks without feeding melt away as his struggles slowed to a stop.
Once he was nearly drained I dropped him to the ground. I took a handcrafted box from the void and placed it beside his body. With a cotton swap, I used his leftover blood to write on the inside of the lid the phrase: "Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust."
Once that was done, I stood, took a gun from my inner coat pocket and shot him once in the forehead and twice in the heart. He instantly turned to dust. I gathered it and put it in the box, shaking it out of his clothes and shoes as well.
I closed and sealed the box and laid it against the wall. I folded his clothes neatly and placed them and his shoes on top of the box.
Finally, I pulled a stencil and spray paint out of the void and marked the wall, once again, with the phrase: "Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust." The two lines forming a cross directly above the box.
I turned back to the lady and sealed up the wound on her neck. Luckily no blood got on her clothes. I pulled back and looked her in the eyes before speaking.
"When I leave this alley, you will have no recollection of me being here. When you see a picture of the man once it is released you will call the police and tell them that he had tried to mug and assault you recently but you got away. You found the grave when you entered the alley. You've seen the other graves on the television. Shocked, you dropped your bag on the ground." throughout this, she simply started into my eyes. "Once I am no longer in sight, you will wake up. You will remember only what I have just told you and you will immediately call the police.
She stood still as I finished, looking around the scene. I gathered my equipment and the mans fallen knife before leaving.
I watched from the shadows, unseen as the old lady woke up, glanced around before calling the police. Her voice wavered in fear as she recounted the story I planted in her mind. Once the police arrived, I returned home. The sun just rising over the horizon.