It had been a bad night, but it seemed to be ending on a good note. A man was sitting just within the alleyway, out of view of the sparse lights keeping the street lit, the tall buildings blocking out the light of the moon. His breath was heavy with alcohol and decay, his body covered in heavily worn clothing. His breathing began to slow, becoming deeper as his head curled into his chest.


From deeper in the alleyway a dark shape pulled itself from the shadows, looming over the stinking ground like a phantom. It moved slowly and silently towards the sleeping man, slouching over him as it reached for him. A thin rasping voice came from within it.


“Excuse me, are you awake?” It paused, before reaching out a long, thin finger to poke the top of the sleeping man’s head. There was no movement, no indication that the man had been roused by the thing’s actions. It swayed over the man, dwarfing his form with its shadowy bulk, before gathering the man up in its limbs and pulling him deeper into the alleyway.


As it laid the man down it took the time to become Alexander Moore , patting himself down and laying the “patient” in an easy and comfortable position, as well as could be made on the damp, hard asphalt of the alley. Bending the patient’s neck he tried to allow his mouth into position, his large maw easily encircling the patient’s neck.

Moore waited as the patient settled, listening to their heartbeat and feeling their blood rush just below their teeth. Feeling that it was the best time to begin, Moore pressed down with one enormous canine, allowing a shallow passage through the flesh into the hot and wonderful heaven it contained. Moore lost himself in the passionate act and eagerly sucked at the incision, losing himself in the liquid ecstasy. It began to drink deeply from the wound, exposing the mess of teeth that made up its mouth, dissatisfied with the small opening it had made. It stopped, and Moore shakily pulled himself away from the small frail man beneath him, pale and shuddering, his eyes half open from the experience.

Moore leaned down and softly licked the wound he had inflicted, sealing it away. Moore reached and pulled over his duffel bag, filled with empty rat traps and fabric. He pulled a woolen blanket from the bag and laid it over the man. He stroked his victim’s chest through the blanket as he stood.

“Goodnight, sleep well” Moore walked to the end of the alley, his eyes empty but for the lessening feeling of warmth flowing through him.