Humming the tune in his head, the man walked slowly down the quiet street, as he did night after night for as long as he could remember. Stopping across the street from the only building showing signs of activity, he quickly blended into the shadows, so not to be seen.
"When your strange, faces come out in the rain. When your strange, no one remembers your name," he softly sang in a deep baritone voice.
He was waiting, watching the club door. It had taken him a long time to decide that he needed company. And tonight, after watching his prey for weeks, he was going to get it.
Waiting he thought back to as far as he could remember. He couldn't remember his parents, but that often goes for most orphans at the young age he was when he was delivered to the chruch steps. He remembered the place well. It was nicely kept and the adults were caring and nice. When he turned sixteen, instead of leaving like most of the boys, he stayed and helped with the other children. Besides, the nearest town was a weeks walk away, and he had everything he'd needed where he was, and he wasn't about to make that trip in the cold and snow.
One night, after helping put all the children to bed, a strange man showed up at their door. And the nuns, being as nice as they were, showed the man sympathy and let him stay. Thats when the children started getting sick. Not all of them, just a few. None of the children would aproach the man, as they were all frightened of him. One night though, he decided that he was going to confront this stranger and find out why it was that none, even the most caring child, would say two words to the man. Thats when the stranger told him just what he was going to tell his prey tonight.
The girl looked over the sweaty heads, trying to catch her boyfriends eye. When she did, she signaled that she was ready to leave. He nodded and tried getting through the crowd towards her.
When he finally reached her, she smiled a dazzling smile, kissed him quickly on the cheek and promtly yawned. He smirked, took her by the arm, and guided her toward the door.
She sighed as the stepped into the cold night. "That was fun, but I always wear myself out so fast."
"Maybe if you didn't dance to every single song, you wouldn't wear yourself out."
"Well, it's fun! Whats the point if you don't?"
Their voices faded as they walked down the street, oblivious to the fact that they were being followed.
A.N Just something I've thought up. I don't know if I'll run with it, but I just might. This one might just be the one to cure my writers block - hugs and Angel Kisses