Sometimes it amazed him how ignorant humanity could be. Vampires had walked the earth since time immemorial. Indeed, his own Sire’s fogged memories had stretched further back farther than recorded human history. And throughout those countless years the Kindred had preyed on the Kine. And after all those countless years the Kine yet remained ignorant of the Kindred’s existence. Sure there were some inklings, Vampires had become an iconic part of pop culture. But humanity as a whole did not actually believe that they existed. And besides; even the images portrayed in pop culture were, for lack of a better term, wrong. That ridiculous book series he had heard of was proof enough of that.

The Kindred hid at the edges of Kine society, hid in the shadows, hid in plain sight. It was the last that Wilhelm was doing now, standing at the edge of a sidewalk while his Cloak of Night hid him from sight, pedestrians oblivious to his presence as they walked past. Sheep, ignorant of the wolves that walked in their midst. Wilhelm could not help but smile slightly, it certainly made things easier. For now it was time to hunt.

He slipped into the back of a taxi as it emptied, willing to let chance play its part in tonight’s hunt. A few small groups took rides in it, compacting themselves in rather amusing ways to subconsciously avoid the Mekhet sitting in their midst. Until, eventually, someone entered the taxi on their own. A woman, probably in her mid-thirties, nothing terribly noteworthy about her. And the taxi brought her back to an apartment building, she’d do.

He followed her up, slipping into her apartment after her. And while she checked a few things he made a quick run through the apartment. No one else was there, perfect. And as the woman stepped into her bedroom Wilhelm struck. One hand grabbed her shoulder, and the fingers of the other entwined in her hair as he forced her head to the side. And before she could even finish stiffening in surprise he buried his fangs in her neck. Her body slackened instantly, as she subconsciously leaned back against him.

And her warm blood cascaded down his throat as he drank his fill. She would have fallen to the floor as he pulled away, his hands on her shoulders the only thing keeping her upright. He licked the wounds closed before lowering him to the ground. And then he left; out of the apartment, out of the building, and back to the long nights of his Requiem.