The striga turned from the boy he was feeding on to see two young men enter. The older one shot him. That hurt a little. But he was soon back up and threw the offender across the room. The other one aimed a gun at him and he threw him down. He smelled him. He recognized him. This was the only other meal that had been interrupted. He had known way back then that this one was special. Something in his blood. Didn't matter that he was older than his usual entrée. He would eat him now.
"Hey."
Foiled again.