He was very, very old, and his fur was a matted and dirty-dark gray. His ears were keen even though there was a piece missing from one of them (she had been worth it though, the way she screamed when he caught her and sighed as her human life left her when he sank his jaws over her face. The red blood had almost matched that ridiculous cape she was wearing.)
There are stories we are all told, and there are stories only some of us are told. And then there are stories that no more than three living creatures are ever supposed to know at one time. It's safer that way for the creatures such stories are told about. They are very protective of their secrets, and the three people who know these stories at any given time also know that if they reveal them, their lives are simply forfeit in the bloodiest and most painful way possible. They talk anyway, gossip being what it is, but the smart ones know how to stay subtle.
Here was one of those creatures. None but the Gentlemen failed to shudder and pull their coats closer when he walked past. He'd even seen the oldest of vampires show a flicker of fear in his eyes the one time he'd met one face to face. He'd shown the proper respect, but he didn't like vampires. Cold things who only wanted to make their victims colder. He wanted the heat of the chase, the warmth of rich blood on his lips. He smiled. Soon he would have it. And so much more. And this powerful little witch who didn't even know how much power she had yet, who didn't even know what had happened to her or was going to happen to her, would be his ticket. This was going to be the single most delicious feast he had ever had. He could already see the tearing of her flesh, hear the cracking of her bones. And when he was finished he would be able to eat anyone he wanted to. In one gulp. And he wanted to eat a lot of people.
His name was never spoken nowadays, those of the people who wanted to address him called him Sire. And no one else had any reason to address him because if they were close enough to see, they were close enough to die. And he wasn't about to come when they called, so they had no reason to know his name. But soon, when all was finished, everyone would know his name and wish, just for a moment, that they could be his.
The heap on the forest floor was stirring. He looked down with cold interest. He could hold her down with one paw if he so chose. But he decided to let her awake. If nothing else, this should be amusing. The human's eyes were still closed but it's lips parted revealing those pathetic things that humans called teeth. He would show the world his teeth soon enough, and then they would know. It was making sounds now. He didn't know what they meant, didn't care, and didn't care that he didn't know or care. He soon realized that the little human wasn't coming to, she was just babbling in the way they sometimes did, whether they were awake or asleep.
"Tear…rah? I will always find you…"