Daman stared into the little shop window. The lights were off and he could see mirrors on the walls behind lines of clothing hanging around the room. There was nothing in the shop that caught his eye, but he continued to sand there, eyes unblinking. There was no reflection in the mirror looknig back at him. No eyes appered in the glass window. His breath created little puffs of fog appear, and disappear as he breathed a steady rythum. Deciding this was foolish to stand for so long, he pulled his coat collar up and close to his cheeks. He couldn't feel the cold, but this made him look more human, and it was easier to collect dinner.
No one was on the street tonight, and usually weren't in this part of town unless they were drunk. And as far as he could tell, no one missed the drunkards when they suddenly disappeared. How ever, since his last meal had dried out, it was time to take another bloke home. He couldn't say he was upset either, this last man was very annoying. Daman smirked at the thought of the man hanging upside down, hands behind his back. "Please..." the man began as Daman circled round, looking him up and down. "I have a job, and a family...." Daman huffed, with a wave of his hand, as if to brush an invisible item away from him. He was tired of the begging, why couldn't they just shut up? But the blood tasted so much better when it was fresh.
Coming back to the present, Daman stopped when he hear light foot steps. They were close, maybe a few blocks away. He walked faster, catching up to the girl, a she walked passed a corner of the building. A small girl alone in an alley at night? It was like someone was handing him a silver platter. Making sure to stand back a few feet, Daman kept a steady pace with the girl's walking, so their shoes hit the street bricks at the same time. He almost felt sorry for the poor pale thing, but his stomach growled and he got over it quickly.
Daman froze when a smell hit his nostrals. How did he not notice it before? They were getting so much better at hiding, and it was going to be the death of all "fictional" beings, as the humans called them. Hell hounds were one of the worst beasts to come across and especially when they were feeding. Daman took one step back, and the thought of letting the girl walk into her doom crossed his mind, but watching her dress swish as she walked, and he hair dripping from the rain made him lick his lips. This one was his no matter what he had to do. Starting his pace again, he saw the girl stop.
"Hey," her little voice rang out and bounced around the walls. Everything became very still, and Daman realised he stopped walking when she did. "Is everything okay?" Oh you poor thing, he thought and smiled. This was going to be simple. Kill the damned thing, and take the girl. A small figure darted away and a voice rang from the man infront of her. The next thing he knew the beast was in full dog form, if you could call it that, and it was ontop of Daman's dinner. A snarle left his lips, and he pulled the jacket off of his back, only a grey long sleave shirt and dark jeans underneith.
Daman crouched down and lunged as hard as he could at the beast. He hit the fur hard, knocking the dog off of the girl and onto his back. The dog looked him in the eye, red eyes gleaming, and Daman looked back. He wasn't afraid of a dog. When the beast kicked his legs into Daman's chest, it forced him off the dog's chest and onto the ground. "You're going to regret that leach," the two voices laughed at him. Daman jumped back onto his feet, his chucks pressed tight into the ground ready for anything. "Bring it fur bag," he challenged the dog back. Daman thought he saw a smile, before the dog ran at him, all teeth bared and ready for the kill, and the vampire did the same.
Pulling a hidden knife from his back pocket, Daman stopped and let the dog land on him, knocking them both to the ground again. Pushing the knife up and into the thick fur, he heard a yelp as the dog went limp on top of him. Daman smiled and even let out a chuckle. Hell hath no fury like a hungry monster, but only one of them could win this one. Pushing himself out from under the bloodied animal, Daman pulled the knife back out of the matted fur, and looke it over. A drop of blood left the tip and hit his shoe. Daman ran a finger across it, and brought it to his lips. It wasn't as sweet as the dinner he was about to have, and with that he looked back at the girl and pulled his finger from his mouth, making a "pop" noise.
"Well hello there sweet heart. Are we lost eh?"