• Chapter One:

    Crey silently stalked the moonlit streets in search of something, or someone, that would satiate his thirst. Willing or not, he wouldn't really care.
    Suddenly a door to a nearby pub burst open, letting out the laughter of a young woman with a bottle in her hand. She's drunk. . .obviously. He thought shaking his head in disapproval. Moving his concentration back to his thirst he gave in. He thus creeped into a dark alley to wait for his prey to come to him. The womans footsteps getting louder and louder as the seconds passed. "HEATHER !" called a worried voice. Crey slipped even deeper into the shadows, doing his best not to be seen or heard as he let out a silent hiss.His hunt was interupted.

    Alex ran toward her friend and grabbed her hand, as though she were a worried older sister to her."Just what in the world were you thinking ?!" she snapped worriedly as her curly red haired friend began to laugh drunkenly. "Chillax Alley cat. I was just tryin' ta be inderpendent." Alex scoweled at how her friend was acting. She hated seeing her this way.
    "Heather it's midnight."
    "So?"
    "So, anything could happen if a woman were to wonder about the streets at this time. There have been a number of disappearences going about lately. Mostly to young women. And I'd rather not let you be next!"
    "Yer just--" she hicked. "Paranoid from the fire that killed our moms a few years back. Now lighten up and have a booze." Heather shoved the beer bottle in Alex's face as if to force her into something she didn't want to do. Alex smacked it away."WILL YOU KNOCK--" she stopped and looked to the dark alley that the two stopped in front of. Her eyes widened as a dark aura eminated from it.