As he casually walked along the lamp lit streets Heron drew a dark hooded jacket over himself. It was late into the night and well into Autumn but he wasn’t the least bit cold. The Jacket served only to keep him from standing out. He often looked misplaced among the late nighters with his deathly pale complexion and dark hair that was pulled into a loose ponytail that fell over his shoulders. H knew it was odd and yet couldn’t bring himself to change it. He had had the hardest time adjusting to being undead that it nearly got him killed several times. The wind began to blow and the sky threatened to rain urging people to take cover. Why did they all have to stay so close together, even couples brought him unnecessary trouble. He was hungry and it was so much easier when he could find someone walking alone. Quickly the sprinkling rain drops became a hard shower. Everyone began pulling out umbrellas or running into buildings except for a young woman who stood shivering standing by the road waiting for the light to change while holding a purse over her head. Heron pulled out a small umbrella of his own and jogged over to the woman. “Hey!” He called out to her. “Missing something?” He held the umbrella over the two of them. The woman looked both relieved and surprised but lowered her purse and put it back over her shoulder keeping a tight grip on it. “Thanks.” She said. “It didn’t look too bad earlier and I don’t usually stay out this late.” “Yes it’s not very safe to be on one’s own so late in this area.” Heron said trying to sound casual. “What?” The woman asked trying to be heard over the sound of the pounding rain. “Never mind.” Heron said shaking his head. “My name’s David, what’s yours?” He lied trying to make the woman feel more comfortable with small talk. “Susan.” She answered relaxing her stance. “I’m just headed to my car it’s across the street, how about you?” Before Heron could reply the light switched allowing them to cross. He walked slowly staying close so the umbrella covered both of them. When they reached a nearly worn out blue car the woman thanked him and began pulling out her keys to unlock the door. “Just one more thing.” Heron said grabbing her shoulder and turning her around as she opened the door. Scared Susan dropped her purse and her keys, Heron tore her jacket collar away from her neck, as she began to scream he placed a hand over her mouth and began speaking calmly to her. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill, rob or rape you.” All of those things were a magnet for trouble he didn’t want. Although from time to time he did accidentally kill someone. This however did not ease Susan’s mind. She reached forward to shove him away. Heron took a quick look around to make sure no one was watching and leaned in on her pinning her to the side of the car. With his free hand he grabbed her wet hair and tilted her head back. His teeth stretched and sharpened to make a nice sharp fang as he reached for her throat. Biting in her warm blood escaped to the surface and entered his mouth. Almost the instant he bit in the woman closed her eyes and slipped out of consciousness, that was what was supposed to happen, it would have been problematic if his prey could fight back as he fed. After a minute or two an unfamiliar figure jumped out behind him. Heron released the woman and spun around as the figure jumped onto the roof of the car and reached for the woman. They were too fast to be human, but it was unusual for another vampire to enter another vampire’s territory uninvited. Heron shoved the woman into her drivers seat and slammed the door shut. The other man appearing just older than he laughed at his gesture. “Not going to finish her?” He aksed Heron jokingly. “Killing would only cause problems for myself.” Heron replied knowing the other man hadn’t come to ask his opinion of feeding. “That’s lame. You’re like one of those cheesy whimpires humans imagined up.” “You are aware that you’re on my territory aren’t you?” Heron growled not appreciating the remark. “I know.” The other said smiling. “But it’s so hard to keep to one small town, and I don’t see how it’s fare that you get this whole huge city to yourself.” Heron reached for the other man’s leg causing him to fall over himself. The man let him do so but retaliated and shoved Heron back causing him to lose his footing. “I just came to share but if you want to fight it out that’s fine with me. I know I just interrupted your meal so I won’t have any trouble ripping your head off.” Heron jumped back up to his feet and thrust his fist at the other man’s heart, he didn’t come to share, Heron was sure. Although he was at a disadvantage, Heron was weaker when he was hungry and it was much easier for a vampire to kill another vampire as opposed to a human trying to kill a vampire. Humans always needed weapons, symbolic trinkets, a vampire only needed his own hands. The other man however slid to the side and returned with his own attack. Heron avoided by falling over backwards. He wasn’t in a state to fight, but didn’t want to stay in the parking lot. If he could at least get to somewhere less open. Heron took the chance and made off in a run. The other man followed a little confused. He reached for whatever he could grab and settled for Heron’s jacket. His hand slipped on the wet fabric so he grabbed Heron’s arm with his other hand. He dug in with his claw like nails making Heron swing around and give him a punch in the face. The other man let go but came back and swung his arm in a slicing motion leaving a gash in Heron’s chest. Heron clutched the other by the throat digging in with his nails. The other man let out a scream and kicked him back. Heron fell back but didn’t let go fast enough and dragged the other man down with him. With his enemy beneath him the man took advantage of the situation and thrust his fist downward. Heron flinched as the fist collided with his gut. Heron used his now free hand to punch the man throwing his head back, he heard a loud crack and slipped out from under him while the man cried out in pain his head hanging at an unnatural angle. Heron took off as fast has he could force himself to go faster. He looked back to see the man attempting to catch up. After trying to get a nice amount of distance he began to slow down. The surroundings had turned into quiet homes. Heron slipped under a roofed car port near a hopefully empty house. Hopefully the rain would also wash away his blood. Giving in to weakness he leaned against the house and sat down. He’d only be there a short time, he hoped he could find the strength to move before the sun began to come up.