Blind blood.
Prologue
Outcast:
I silently stalked the dark shadows of the night. Lethal and cat like. I stalked my pray, a young man. He had done many a bad things that could not be forgiven. Sins that he would die for, at my own hands. I made not a sound in the blackness of night. He was also following a target but I would beat him there. I would become his target. I increased my speed slipping into the store he was headed. A very young but beautiful Goth girl stood at the counter. I pushed off my clock and ran my hand over the counter looking at a wicken book. His eyes claimed me greedily. My long brown hair falling in dark waves around my face, my necklace dangled barley over the cloth of my black corset like dress. My gloves of satin black silk, making long and elegant lines. I observed the different ingredients that boiled in pots, and lab tubes, my icy blue gaze swiftly taking an inventory. Mortals where impeccable. None of these ingredients did a thing. What a shame. Mortals use to see our kind for what they were. And once it had been peaceful until they began to hunt us. I reached out and stroked a black cat sitting on a bookshelf. The man followed me as I strode out of the shop and down a dark alley that I knew deadened. He thought himself so clever, so silent in the night, like a true predator. The hunter he thought he was, but yet he was the hunted. He reached from the shadows and grabbed me, pulling me against the wall roughly. I huffed as if the air had been knocked from me, but in reality it didn't hurt at all, I was immortal, unkillable, it took much to bring me down. He pushed against me, kissing my neck with a cruel hunger. I dug my nails into him lightly. Then ran my mouth over his neck until I could feel the beating of his blood under my tongue where the neck in his vain stood out. I ran my tongue over it, my fangs elongated out, I swiftly sunk them into his neck, drawing in his blood, his life, and taking it. He would die, I wouldn't wipe his memory, I wouldn't stifle his pain with sweet visions. No he had killed many and thus he would die, at my hands, at the hands of a fallen angel. He stiffed and attempted to push me away with all his force, but my marble form didn't budge. He kept fighting though, until he became weaker and weaker, his eyes becoming heavy no matter how he fought it. Light black streaks ran down my face, markings from when I fed, blood ran from my crimson lips falling to my chest. I dropped his body bowing my head and closing my eyes, I reveled in the feeling of humanity. It felt soooo good!! I blinked back the lust, brushed off the blood and sucked it from my fingers, then in wake of a red moon I left the alley and the foul man's body.
I stalked the woods on the skirt of the city, watching the outcast of a creature with precise vision as she lured her pray into her trap. My paws fell heavy, my breath was hot and my leg muscles worked. Running felt good as I watched then slid to a stop. I lithely slid into human form, standing up, I watched from the shadows of the building, even quieter than this girl. My ears and tail stuck out, I didn't bother to hide them, no one would see and staying partially in my morph was more comfortable than a human body. Little wisps of blue smoky fog danced around me, my soul, morphing me to my desire. My clothes where simple but comfortable, I was ready for the hunt. Sadly the sun would be rising in an hour so she would take shelter and so would I. Vampires weren't the only ones who didn't like the sun. I entered the alley and sniffed around her kill. It smelled foul. I stalked away from her kill and followed her. She walked for about 12 blocks then turned left. We passed a tall building made of glass that looked black in the night. Many of the pains where broken and shattered glass was all over the ground. I placed my feet carefully only wearing thin leather slip on s. She slipped into a building another good 14blocks down. She moved fast as the sun approached. I brushed away my waist long black hair. I followed her into the building as the sun peaked over the arch of the land. The rays where to bright for my eyes that had become accustomed to the blackest of nights. This city never held light, always blacker than night. She slipped into a room with a stone door and pushed it shut. It groaned and I soon, morphed into a wolf. My thick black and white fur felt good, along with being on all fours. I was faster, more lithe, lethal and much more balanced. I had no idea how humans could run without tails for balance. I sighed laying down in the shadows of a dark room on the cool floor, closing my eyes for rest but never falling into a deep sleep. I was hunting, I had to keep my guard up. So even though my eyes were closed and my thoughts drifted, my ears stayed conscious and listened for any sound.
I watched as the young shape shifter slipped into the building stealthily. She was hunting, and intent on her pray. I pushed up on my toes and leaped into the air, snapping out my wings and gliding down to the ground then tucking them smoothly against my spine again. I sighed and walked into the cool shadows. I pulled them back out and with four powerful stroked I was up in the rafters. Waiting. The wolf child, I could care less about, but the hanyou would be mine. The demon child was my pray, and I always got my pray.