There Aren't Always Happy Endings

The despicable sounds of laughter played quietly against the canals of the eerie shadow's eardrums, a soft sound which only made the individual return closer within his movements nearer to the source causing it. Crystallized silver orbs traced over every outline and detail that made up of their innocence, watching hungrily from around the corner and hearing their pulses beat loud and full for his mouth to feed upon. Their cries of joy were almost too much to bare as he kept his eyes trained on them. Snow blew onwards in soft gusts of wind, brushing along and against the bareness left of his exposed skin where his coat and pants did not sufficiently cover. He was not phased at all by the bitter chilled season, for it only gave him more of a reason to be outside, as he knew the humans would only be out at rarer times. But now that spring was falling close, his chances of a lonesome meal were becoming like putty in his trickster-given fingers. As he watched the children play upon the metal structure, the moon caught the essence and daring glow of his fangs beneath the light to what hid him. One child was stranger than the others - an outcast he believed; perfect. They were always his first options and the easiest to capture, just as any predator choosing their pick of prey would do for a quick meal. He despised their happiness to a degree, but knew to wait if he was smart enough, that is, until a taller human's voice rang out above the air to hustle them inside. The man moved through the shadows and nearly was able to snatch the one outcast that tried to scurry to his feet without being seen, however, he missed and cursed through his sharp teeth as the mere child ran to safety.

Moving away from the shelters, the blood-sucking demon ruthlessly departed to higher, rural land as it had seemed the small village had gone bare with light. There was the risk of taking in barging into one's home, but he wasn't feeling that daring enough to try. At least with coming here, the possibility of a hearty deer to come prancing by could be taken to his potential advantage, he quietly hoped. Then suddenly the change in air caught his attention, sending his head to glare up as if he could see it dance within the wind before him. His eyes shined a bit brighter, the unnatural sheer silver that made his hues seemed almost made out of titanium on their own. A werewolf, he collected due to the scent, making his hunger strong and desperate. How convenient. His movements were slow and stealthy as he crouched over the ground and through the woodlands that were evenly caked with large amounts of melting snow. The little greenery budding here and there identified the timing to what spring will occur, for it was soon, but his mind stayed aloft the one who possessed such a scent. It was feminine, making the vampire's mind a doozey to deal with but recollecting his thoughts to remain attentive to the woman's heart beat. She was not pure, nor mutt, sadly, but she was indeed a wereling worth of his taste, and she was alone. His position was hidden and masked by only the tree's given shadows, chuckling cruelly so that she'd be awaken and disturbed. It would at least give him some sort of entertainment before the feast began. The vampire was never one to play with his food, but at this point, the least he could do was have a little fun.

The woman's sun-kissed tones faded to resemble that of a moon's color, paling due to the lack of blood flow and warmth sending throughout her body, he presumed. At that, he could tell she was becoming cold and it wouldn't be long with the winter's icy hand to devour her whole. How quaint. He moved in closer far enough till she could at least see his eyes drilling over her delectable frame and hips, then up towards her neck where he knew her blood would trickle so cleanly. The vampire knelt down, disabling any movement to her chest as he pinned her against the ground with his knee, a smooth grin forming deviously upon his lips to hint away his beloved sharp teeth, "Aren't you just the darn'dest little thing.. Where's your mighty pack to save you now, pup." He chuckled hoarsely, reaching out to caress a long, dark brown loch of her hair that hugged close to her gifted attributes. She looked almost frightened of him, like as if she had seen a creature of his kind before. Perhaps she held ties with his race. He smirked, flashing a set of pearly razor-like canines to her the closer he divided the space between her neck and his mouth, "I wonder what they're going to think when little miss doesn't return... Ha.. Say bye bye to the sky, darlin'... It'll be the last thing you'll see." When the vampire was close enough, his lips were the first to move, wrapping tightly before his fangs around the skin that covered the beating of her pulse and latching tightly on to insert his teeth. A groan rose within his throat as he plunged them deeper, holding the woman's neck by the other hand while the free one clasped around her gifted birthing hips. The velvety, bitter substance satisfied his tongue at first touch, lapping it away and draining all to what she was filled with from her body till there was nothing left. He left her body there to rot, kicking it to the shadows so that it was harder for the corpse to be found unless one were to wander out. Either way, he'd be long gone before it was discovered. He waved good bye to it, carelessly  smirking to himself as he licked his bloodied lips clean and left without another word.