Conner slid back in the window, the same window he crept into the other night. Conner again watched the woman sleep. Her pale skin again glowed again in the night. But something was different this night. He sat before her and looked at her skin, a bruise was red and pronounced on her cheek. Conner's eyes darkened his anger was nearly overwhelming.

He walked around the room, his footsteps making no noise. He looked for something, anything that would give him a hint. It was then Conner saw a pair of shoes. Men's shoes, they were half under the bed. He walked over and picked one of the shoes up. His trembled for a moment, just a moment and his minds eyes saw a flash. Her face, tears, wet tears running down a bruised face. Conner then saw the face and heard a name. That was enough for him.

He did not feed from her this night, this night he would hunt for his dinner. A new power had emerged in him tonight and with this power he would hunt down the man who raised his hand to her.

The only thing he left behind was a soft kiss on her bruised cheek, and a promise of vengeance.