"Pray tell, what are you villains doing? Did you not hear her? The poor girl is scared out of her wits." The triplet shifted to listen to a new member.

The biker stuttered ,"It's you! S-sorry, man! We were just passin' threw. She walked righ' into us.."

"Sir," stated the man dryly with authority, "is how I expect to be addressed, you imbecile. You know very well that you are outside of your approved hunting territory."

He emerged from the shadows accompanied by two others. This man had a young face, he couldn't possibly have been older than 30, yet his hair had grayed completely. He sported a fashionable suit and cane, carrying himself with great importance. His companions were similarly outfitted and held blank expressions, as they guarded their leader's flanks.

Trenchcoat guy felt the need to share his feelings, "Sir, we were just hungry and there's so many of us and we have to compete with the oth-"

In a swift, effortless motion, the newcomer thumped his cane into the punk's torso, sending him gasping on his knees.

"Survival of the fittest then, hmm?" the well dressed man looked pleased with himself as the punks shifted uneasily. "Your stupidity shall not trouble me again. And if it does, well.. all three of you fools will spend the rest of your unnatural lives on your knees. Now, leave us."

Watching the three haul ass away from the scene, I wasn't sure what to think. Well, I'm not dead so I can still walk away from this.

"You." the red eyes of the man found mine. He gave a sharp twist of the wrist, motioning towards himself. "Come."

I felt my legs moving my body forward slowly until my face was mere inches from the man's hungry eyes.

Why did I do that?

I was frozen again, whether from fear or from the hypnotic eyes of the figure ahead, I was unsure. He smiled. My heart stopped. Four abnormally long fangs prodded from that smile, the upper canines particularly frightening. It was something of a horror movie.

"You poor, frightened creature.." he circled me slowly.

Petrified still, my back was now to him. I felt a sharp pinch on the right side of my neck. Contact lasted maybe a second, but in that moment, I could feel his breath on my skin.

"Run home, little mouse," he cooed.

Spell broken, I sprinted away from the scene as fast as my feet could carry me. Mere seconds later, an unpleasant thought hit me: 'That was too easy.'

I made the mistake of looking back. The two henchmen in suits were departing from the alleyway, towards me. That man had no intention of letting me live all along. A game of cat and mouse. As this realization came to me, my foot caught a pothole and I tumbled to the ground. My predators were moving with inhuman speed, and I knew it was over. They'd close in and do who knows what to me and I'd disappear, just as countless people in this city do. I'll be just another "missing" poster.