og rooted his way up throught he dirt until he broke the ground. Resting his chin on the ground, he looked around. DC's car was gone, must be safe. He took a breath, exhaling hard, once, twice. Fucking dirt up his nose. Didn't matter if you breathed or not, it itched. He spat a few mouthfuls of dirt out as well, muddy spittle caking his chin.

Fucking dirt.

Brought back memories of his life. Biting nuggets.

Licking his lips and spitting a few more times, he watched the parking lot. He was like a lion on the savannah. Well. Maybe not. Maybe a wolf. Yes, a wolf. The wolves knew how to do this. A wolf in Dog's clothing.

He pulled himself up the rest of the way out of the ground and laid in the dirt and grass, watching. Damn theaters. Everyone goes in at once. Everyone comes out at once. He looked down at the his chest, the gashes caked with black mud. Blood. Needed it.

Dog still didn't understand what had happened. Must've been staked. Then left? They left him? Motherfuckers. No loyalty.

Finally making up his mind, he crawled into the parking lot, under a car that was parked off by itself. He waited. And waited. Sonofabitch was probably skipping between shows.

He heard the footsteps, and saw the guy coming.

Wait for it.

Reaching out he grabbed the legs by the ankles and pulled. He heard a snap as one of the legs gave way, and the man crashed to the ground, head bouncing on the pavement.

Bouncing. Damn. Who knew heads bounced?

Shit. Was he dead? Just unconscious. Whatever. Saved him from having to gag him while he crawled out from under the car. Using your hand as a gag was never fun. Empty had practically chewed his pinkie off, the crazy bitch. So long ago.

Dog fed, hard and fast. He pulled back at the last possible second. Can't kill 'em. Still need more. Can't scare away tomorrow's crowd. Or the next nights. Or give himself away.

He looked at the man's shirt, streaked in mud and spattered in blood. Damn. Dog made a few wipes with his hand before giving up and just ripping the shirt off of him. Licking the wound closed, he fished Movie Boy's keys out and shoved him in the car.

Whatever.

Stumbling back to the edge of the parking lot, Dog laid back down in the grass again to watch.

I am a wolf.

Fucking dirt.