Under the moon

The night has just started.

Under the moonlight the crowd continue moving with its routinary rhythm, unable to notice the silent presence of an unusual witness. He preffers it like that, being invisible to the unease gaze of the mass, keeping himself away from the emotions submiting the group in front of his eyes to a life without meaning. No matter what happens he stays quiet, avoiding his breathe to add the agitation provoke by his desires.

His heart hasten. Captive by the exquisite female silhouette that caused the sudden emotion, his gaze is attracted to the center of the impertubable crowd. He decide to approach, moving slowly to avoid attention of those surrounding her. He doesn't want to be seen. He mustn't be seen.

The moon reflects in his anxious eyes. He can feel the adrenaline running through his veins with every step that gets him closer to her. He must have her, he needs to enjoy the touch of her skin while he puts her under the strenght of his instincts. She's young, tempter, her shy eyes call him to take her.

Trapped in the spell of her thin body he makes a mistake. The silence has broken, the crowd is startled by the stranger attacking. She stays put, paralized in front of the powerful gaze moving closer and closer, absorbed by hundreds of emotions she can't control. He's about to reach her.

Before he's eyes there's only her, unable to move and run like the rest. A quick move and all finishes. Between his fangs he imprisons the neck of his victim, feeling the pityful moanings of a life reaching its end. The taste of blood crawls down his throat while she sees life escaping in an stertor.

A howl brakes the silence of the night. The pack has arrived.

He has proved his value once more, he has prove to the everyone he's the alpha male.