Duncan Markus opened his eyes. The ice blue orbs darted to stare at the clock sitting upon the bedside table to the young man's right. The green digital numbers read out 9:45 p.m.
Perfect timing. He thought to himself as he rose and pulled on his usual baggy black jeans and blacker t-shirt with an image of Jolly Roger on the back.
Duncan didn't even bother checking himself in the mirror, he knew what he looked like and didn't need to be reminded. He had jet-black hair, badly in need of a trim, sharp blue eyes, and the body of an Olympic swimmer: sleek and muscular.
He pulled on a blank black hooddie over his shirt when he looked outside and saw the pouring rain. "Perfect weather." He murmured out loud and smirked, pulling the hood up over his scared features to try and shield them from the foul weather that waited outside his uncomfortably cold apartment.
Courtney De La Cruz emerged from her underground resting place just after sunset. She smiled as the night air carried the scent of rain to her pert little nose. The smell of fresh water and excitement hit her like a giant wave crashing into the side of a cliff.
"Hmm, I wonder what is in store for tonight?" Courtney asked herself, her voice lightly accented from a long ago lost language.
She smiled widely before jumping and becoming one with the air. Courtney was heading out in search of prey.
Duncan met up with his gang of fellow robbers. One of the boys, who went by the name 'Killer', said he'd found an easy target for tonight. Duncan, who would easily be kicked out of his apartment and onto the street if he didn't go along with any and all plans, readily agreed.
Half an hour later he and three other teenage boys were preparing to break into some poor woman's house. All Duncan could do was pray, to a God he didn't believe in, that the woman wasn't home during their upcoming break in.
Courtney arrived back home and glided gracefully into her well-stocked kitchen. Even though she didn't eat, she enjoyed modern day cooking very much. She hummed to herself as she began preparing a new recipe that she had found on an Internet cooking site. An absolutely wonderful thing the computer and the Internet were. Possibly the best invention since the heated shower…
Courtney had just put her creation in the oven when she was alerted by the sound of glass breaking on the other side of her rather large house. Courtney's lips pulled back, reveling deadly sharp fangs, and she hissed sounding very much like a savage jungle cat. She then shimmered and became invisible to the human eye and she waited for her unsuspecting foe to wander directly into her trap.
Duncan slipped inside the large house through the window on of the other boys had broken for him. He was always first to enter since he was the newest member of the gang and if he got caught… well he didn't know enough about the rest of the gang to give any useful information to the police.
Duncan dropped to the floor on the inside and quickly looked around. He waited for a long moment before slowly rising from his squatting position to get a better look around.
So far so good. He thought to himself as he slowly began making his way around the house. Duncan peered into room after room, until he finally found the master bedroom. He slowly inched inside, deciding it was safe he silently made his way towards the bed and looked down. Duncan sighed in relief when he didn't find anyone resting there.
Duncan then made his way over to the ginormous jewelry box that sat atop a vanity table on the other side of the room. He opened it and grabbed the first thing inside. He shoved the large medallion into his shirt pocket, knowing that if any of the other guys found out he was stealing without dividing up the riches… bad things could and undoubtedly would happen to him.
Exiting the bedroom Duncan made his way to the front of the house. No longer being very stealthy, he made his way into the kitchen. He glanced around at all of the fine appliances, his eyes landing on the shiny refrigerator. Duncan walked over to it and almost fell over when he looked inside. There was every sort of food he could imagine.
Duncan propped the door open with his hip and pulled out a milk carton, an apple, and a tray of chocolate cupcakes. He set everything down on the kitchen countertop and began devouring all of it quickly. Duncan realized he was acting like a starved man, which for him wasn't so hard since he practically was starving... but he also realized he didn't give a damn. He became so engrossed with his meal that he didn't notice the figure sliding silently up behind him.
Courtney had been furious when the young man had entered her kitchen. Her kitchen! Her fury was raised a couple of notches when the thief then violated her refrigerator. When Courtney was at the breaking point and preparing to attack the young man did something that made all of her anger dissipate ever so slightly. Courtney watched as the young man gobbled up the food he'd stolen from her as ravenous as a dying man. She watched as a seemingly strong young buck ate like there was no tomorrow, and she remembered a time where she herself had eaten as such.
Courtney dropped to the floor and shed her invisible form. She then walked silently to stand behind the handsome young man and peer over his shoulder.