Thunder crashed, following a blinding flash of lightning. The rain was coming down harder now. The flash flood was the worst storm the city had seen in years. The usual late-night traffic was nonexistent. No one wanted to be out on a night like this.
Yet one man was trudging slowly down the sidewalk. He was wearing a long trench coat, turned black by the rain. The collar of the coat was turned up. He also wore an old hat, pulled low.
"Go home now girl, the streets are not safe at night," Marcus tried to warn her.
"Another blood hunter is gone, Vampires as most know them. Or know the fairy tale television versions, at least. Most don't realize what really waits in the dark, in the deep untouched places of our world.
"Is it better that way? I don't know. That's just how it is. Those that know usually don't last long for one reason or another. And now that I walk the night, I sometimes feel as if I'm nearly as dark as they are. But blood is life, for both our kind, and it's time we took it back.
