(Note: I have no idea where this is going. But please review anyway.)
Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain is owned by Eidos Interactive and Crystal Dynamics. I do not own Legacy of Kain.
The bodies were starting to get harder and harder to hide. Everything is so controlled here. So very few dark places to hide. Being a vampire is not exactly the easiest thing in Los Angeles.
She was thankful for her Disguise cover. Without it, she couldn't imagine performing even her most trivial nightly tasks. Her pitch black hair turning chestnut brown, her skin giving the false impression of a blush, her claws reverting back to a thin and fragile state. If it weren't for her inhuman green eyes, which never seemed to change despite her best attempts at perfecting the spell, you could almost say that she looked common...even downright bland.
Good.
The human she was tracking now never noticed her more then the others. Always going about their everyday behaviors. In the past, when she had the opportunity, she would sit at a café(the waiters never seemed to notice that she wouldn't touch her coffee) and watch them. Study them. She never really found anything interesting, but it came in handy to know that most tended to repeat their same actions. Always going to the same restaurants, the same movie theaters, the same stores. Every night was the same night. She gave up searching for something new in them after a few years of her 'research'.
Her prey tonight must have been no older then 25. He was quite handsome really...if it wasn't for the pathetic fashion attempts at declaring his independence from the rest of them. Yes, you are so different, aren't you? That's why you come down here every night, always around 8, and have a smoke around the closed up diner. Same brand of cigarets, same diner. She guessed that he thought no one would see him during these times when he wanted to be alone. Too bad he thought wrong. She also guessed that he felt safe considering he was right near a busy street. Too bad indeed.
She waited for him to slip under the broken fence before she found a dark spot of her own and quickly climbed up to the roof. She watched as he finally settled down on a pile of wood he considered a suitable chair. Her nose cringed as she inhaled some of the fumes. She hated that smell. The smell of burnt paper and wet dog. Not to worry, she wouldn't have to put up with it for long.
The victim jumped as a sudden noise came from around the corner. "Who's there?" he shouted, not really wanting an answer. The fear gripped him . It threatened to take complete control of him, but slowly he inched his way to the edge of the building, listening intently for any other noises. He should have run, he knew he would just have to sneak back under the fence and he would be in a swarm of people. But he never was the smartest in the world. None of them were. Carefully he glanced around the edge...please let it be a cat. Holding the big pipe his hand found instinctively, he took a deep breath and turned the corner. Nothing. Not even a dog or a rat. Just nothing.
He never noticed the shadow above him. He never noticed the well shaped form slide down behind him. He never noticed her until she was inches from him...and he never noticed the fangs until they sank their way into his throat.