Out for a Snack [open]

[Drake Night]

The Cirque Du Freak tended to travel allot, which meant that the three hundred year old Vampaneze rarely had a chance to visit the valley. It had been strange for him, he was used to being amongst his own kind and the customs there of. Yet ever since the Telepath known as Bijou had saved his life-or so he let her believe-he had relived when he had first changed. It was a diverse population who found it rude to kill person as a meal. Drake had since spent his time keeping the girl safe and his feeding habits private.

But now he had a chance to be amongst his own, to feel the thrill of the hunt. He hadn't had a chance to ever since Bijou had decided she preferred the company of the weak, of a vampire. But Mr.Tall had promised to watch her while he spent some time with his own. Drake happily strolled the streets in the Valley of the Vampaneze, looking for a tasty meal.

[synara]

There was a strange atmosphere about this place. Synara could feel it chill her spine, and it was a welcome feeling. She dare not hope, but maybe this would be the place where she solved the mystery, or got whatever it was she was searching for. Dark, dangerous, perfect vengeance. The vampire hunter had followed rumors that led her here. Maybe it was her imagination, or maybe the few humans she ran into really were cold, swift, accustomed to tragedy.

Night had fallen. To her the night was both a beautiful and terrible thing. But, it was the perfect, the only opportunity to meet one of the legends she was chasing. People in the town had pointed further down the valley, and so that was where she was headed, wandering in the hopes of finding something more. A knife, though hidden up her black sleeve, was tightly gripped in the young woman's hand. She stayed on the road; all seemed deserted anyway. Synara was not scared, but in the dark and over her own footsteps and the beating of her heart she did not entirely notice the second pair of footsteps somewhere ahead of her.

[Drake Night]

Drake took a deep breathe, catching the scents around him. There was a dog a street away, digging into what he presumed to be someones trash, there was the smell of gasoline from a thief stiffening it from a car down the road, and there was a human coming his way. He kept his steps measured, acting completely calm. Prey tended not to like to see the hunger in his eyes, of the beating of his dead heart.

It was another moment before he caught sight of her, but he doubted it was mutual. His vampaneze eyes caught things earlier than humans would. He glanced at her, as to not draw suspicion. Dark hair, dark clothes. It was her make-up that caught his eye, drastic was an understatement. But he liked it, not only was it strangely beautiful, it would also make it easier for cops to make up an excuse if they ever could the body.

That was the way of the Valley, the humans were so pitifully blind to the truth. Any teen missing had run away, any body found was some sort of gang or drug related violence. It was perfect for him to take a life without a single soul batting an eye.

[synara]

You know that prickling sensation of being watched? Yeah, that was it. Synara paused in her tracks, listening hard and staring into the darkness. She wasn't scared. Doing so had become a regular habit for her. It was part of survival to always be on the alert, to hear and see every detail. Never let yourself be surprised, only surprise your opponent.

Many things stirred in the night, fallen leaves and squirrels and also people. The practice was not unwarranted. No chances could ever be taken, no traps blindly walked into. Synara liked to give the impression that she did not know this and was not a threat, and then prove otherwise if there was a need to. She could see a shape up ahead, and did a second pair of footsteps stop when hers did? Again, she wasn't scared. Only indifferent, with perhaps some anticipation. This was what she lived for.

"Hello? Is someone there?" her voice rang out, clear and low. That someone would know she was there. She hadn't been hiding it.