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A shadow moves across the pavement, its silhouette barely visible under the shifting light of the street lamps. Suddenly, a young prostitute ceases to be. The carcass of what was once an attractive woman lies in the gutter, its throat slit and cooling blood pouring into the Seattle storm drain.
Michael stares moodily at the rooftops lumbering above. Seemingly effortlessly, he propels himself several stories above his previous position. The claws on his right hand still drip the blood of the prostitute he had just fed upon. A small crimson pool forms by his side as he contemplates the bleak cityscape. Then, something catches his un-dead eye. A boy, perhaps 17 walking alone through the perilous streets. Golden hair in a skater cut and a skate board under his arm, these are details totally foreign to Michael, a product of the 1920s American youth. Though the boy is still over a hundred yards away, Michael's vision allows him to study the finest detail of the 5'10" boy, from his green eyes to the way his ass moves in his baggy pants. The vampire leaps from his position on the rooftop to another closer to the boy. The boy is coming towards him. In a matter of seconds, Michael is standing directly above the unsuspecting boy. He readies himself to pounce on the beautiful blonde boy below. Suddenly the boy takes a right down the road leading to the fallen prostitute. Michael lands on the ground just behind the boy in an alleyway. The boy screams and the vampire steps out from behind the building. Michael for the first time notices the ear-bud headphones and the noise coming from them. The boy stares at the figure before him for a second before running in the opposite direction. The vampire makes a single lunge and closes the more than hundred feet between them and tackles the boy, simultaneously cupping his cold, bloody hand over the youth's face. "Now my boy, this is just too easy. Killing can get so old, know what I mean?" he whispers in the youth's ear. "No, of course you don't. I could kill you in any number of ways, running my claws across your throat, ripping your larynx out with my fangs, perhaps just rip your head clean off your shoulders. I could you know... I've done it before. Now don't look so shocked. I am a creature of the Night you know. But I have been alone so very long. Now I am going to let go of you. If you scream or run I will kill you." The vampire let the boy go, blood runs down the boy's face. "Now, tell me, what is your name?" "I-I'm Brent" "And what brings you into my Territory?" "I was going home." An extended silence prompts Brent, "From a friend's house." "I see. Well, I will let you live if you can escape me. You have 30 seconds to get out of here." Brent bolted from his position and sprinted away in the direction he was going before being pounced on. The youthful vampire with black wavy hair and azure eyes watched the boy leave. "Good job my friend. Perhaps we will meet again."
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