Darkness is the shadow that hides my inhuman body from the preying eyes of humankind. The shadow, which I stay, enveloped in, until my next move is to be made. For now, I wait for the morning, for the next little boy to run across the street, or the next damsel to cross my marked path. A path which I have had marked out for centuries, which I have strayed little from. Tonight, I shall stay on that path.
The suns yellow bonnet begins to peak up in the darkness of the night. The time has come. The butcher’s wife is on her way down to the landlord to pay her bills. Only, if my path is set straight, she will never make it due to the grip of my hand and my secret weapon, a weapon which is only to be revealed to my victim.
Time has come for my approach, steadily, one foot in front of the next. Yes. She has become mine, and our paths run parallel through the stream of my blood. The heat within my veins fills my heart with a warm glow, the only glow that can be achieved with a filling of a fresh breakfast. Unfortunately, this will be my last meal for another week.