Wolrick Howard was grinning as he watched his latest mark enter the movie theater with a cute brunette on her arm. He smirked as his mark shivered and looked around when she sensed his presence. He ducked behind a building before she could catch sight of him.
Truth be told he enjoyed toying with the young immortals he hunted. Some would say that he himself was young, but he had been hunting for twenty years now and thought himself rather good at it. Some said that he had gone wrong because of being bounced between foster homes as a child. When he even gave it a thought, he liked to think that he had just been born broken.
He grinned even as he worked out how to get this immortal's head without a fight. He grinned, honor and human kindness were a failing. He would simply do what he had done numerous times before kidnap the immortal's friends and torture them a bit with the promise to release them if the immortal tossed down their sword. He was amazed at the number of times that at least got an immortal to come out of hiding. He smirked as the tingling sensation in the back of his head faded as this quarry left range of his senses.
Claire frowned as she noted Tara stiffen for like the tenth time that day. "Is something wrong?" She had been on a number of outings the past year with Tara but this was the first time that they were calling it a date. She was starting to wonder if it had been a mistake.
Tara sighed, "I just have this feeling like I'm being watched. It's creeping me out."
Claire chuckled as she slid an arm around her, "Don't worry, I'll protect you from the bogeyman. You've been reading your shop's magic books too seriously again." Once she had gotten to know Tara she had come to love that Tara was a very spiritual person but she didn't believe that magic was quite as real as Tara liked to believe but she couldn't object when the shop made such a tidy profit.
Tara forced herself to grin, she knew that Claire didn't believe in magic. "I know but there are some fascinating things in there. And while I know you would love to hear all about them, we should get to the movie before we can't find any seats. Let's stop worrying about the bogeyman and just watch the movie then have some dinner."
Claire was smiling later that night as she was walking home from the restaurant. Her thoughts were happily dancing around in her head, 'She asked me out, she finally asked me out.' The bogeyman was the last thing from her thoughts as she almost danced home. She barely heard a muffled foot step behind her when a rag was stuffed into her face. The last thing she thought about before the darkness claimed her was that maybe Tara had been right.
Wolrick glanced down at the unconscious girl, "Now let's see a souvenir to send to the young immortal." He whistled happily as he pulled out a large belt knife and went to work.