The sun was beginning to set, bathing the large city of Norland in a warm golden light, bouncing off the large windows of tall skyscrapers and making the water of the river flowing through the city, out into the ocean sparkle as though a million stars had fallen and settled upon the surface. While some might consider this a beautiful view, all others could see were the shadows growling longer with the sinking of the sun. Lurking in these shadows, only a very few knew, were creators not of human kind. Will was one of them. Small and frail looking, what appeared to be a teenage boy was squatting in the corner of an alleyway. His eyes were a deep ruby red, wide and crazed. Scattered around his feet were the carcasses of four reds and and a cat, horribly disfigured and looking as though some beast had torn them apart. This could very much have been the case, seeing as Will’s fangs were dug deep into the wing of a dove, tearing at it wildly while clutching it’s body between his hands. The wing came off, blood gushed out, adding to the red stains already around his mouth and on his clothes. Spitting out the wing, he proceeded to sinking his sharp teeth into he raw flesh, blood continuing to pour down his chin and terribly scarred neck. A sudden noise from further down the alley way a moment later made him freeze up, the crazed look instantly replaced by utter fear. Someone was there, he could sense it. Now, he could see it- the dark shape of a human shape illuminated by the sun’s last rays. It was advancing, coming closer. The ghoul’s heart started beating rapidly, his eyes fixed on the human shape. He was in the shadows. Maybe they wouldn’t notice. Will sniffed. A human, it was a human. The sharp burning in his throat reminded him of that the rats, cat and bird had done next to nothing in order to quench the thirst. He could practically see the blood pulsing through the human approaching him, yet he kept himself tightly pressed against the wall. Burning. Pain. Hunger. Blood. Those were the only thoughts passing through his animalistic mind as he waited for the right moment to pounce. Everything happened too quickly for the ghoul to comprehend. Something metallic glinted in the sunlight. The next moment will could feel a surging pain in his left leg. He had by reflex tried to dodge, but the bullet had still hit. Intense pain spread from his side, a sharp gasp of agony rolling from his lips. The silver was burning him, causing the faint smell of seared flesh to ooze out from the wound. Without thinking, Will flung the dead bird into the vampire investigators face, momentarily catching him off guard. That split second was the only thing Will needed to gather his strength, in spite of the agony, and scramble off. Will ran for quite some time, clutching his wounded side which was bleeding heavily by then. Normally, it would have already been healed by then. Since the bullet had been made out of silver, however, the healing process would take a lot longer, and it was rapidly draining his strength. Knowing that the vampire hunter couldn’t be far behind, Will dived into a more crowded street, hoping to be able to hide between the masses. In this state of fear and panic, his need to get away won over his bloodlust- at least for the moment. Still capable of enough thought to understand that the investigator wouldn’t shoot in such a crowded area, he knew this distraction wouldn’t do in the long run. He needed to find somewhere to hide, and that quickly. Imagining that the hunter was right behind him, pointing that fretful gun at the back of his head, the ghoul forced himself through the masses of people, trying to avoid bumping into anyone. His strides were getting slower, the silver seeping his remaining strength right out of him. He gritted his teeth, glancing around frantically for someplace to hide- anywhere would do really. That was when something glimmering caught his attention. A cross. He didn’t think much about it, but started heading in the direction of it- feeling spurred on by the new goal in mind. No matter how much it hurt, he’d make it to that cross. He’d make it, no matter what. Eventually the injured ghoul found himself in front of a church, the sun at this point completely vanished behind the horizon. It was large and grand, but Will didn’t pay much attention, simply pushing open the wooden doors as he dragged himself inside. Had the investigator lost track of him? He couldn’t be sure. For then the church as far as he could see seemed to be empty, but that didn’t mean no one would enter anytime soon. Falling to his knees, his chest heaved and fell rapidly as he gasped for breath. He was hurting and exhausted, and his throat was burning worse then ever. Will knew that if he didn’t move soon, someone was bound to find him… and yet every move he made was exceedingly painful. J-just a little longer… yet no matter how much he tried to encourage himself, he just couldn’t. Even if he tried to run, Will knew he wouldn’t get far. He glanced around, eyes wide as he looked for something sharp. He needed something sharp to get the bloody bullet out. Yet Will only got so far, the world beginning to swirl around him as his vision swam. There was no time for carving out the bullet. He needed to hide before he fainted. Gritting his teeth, Will started dragging himself across the floor, leaving a small trail of blood. He squeezed himself under one of the benches, letting the black space swallow him up. He shut his eyes, and let his mind drift away, into that blissful darkness.