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TONIGHT
THEY WERE THE EMBODIMENT OF DARKNESS. The very reason that people had scary stories to tell. Marlow himself had been made into the nocturnal creature that he was centuries ago. And after shooting up the ranks of their species quicker than anyone had anticipated, he had been made a leader, deeply respected by everyone in their community. Over the years, he had even been allowed to turn many of his own, creating his own army. His own nest. They hunted together, feasted together, and remained together, always. They were bound for life.
Not long ago, a human had willingly walked into their nest, begging for his life. Begging to become one of them. To walk the planet forever, feasting upon those lesser than themselves. They knew the moment they saw him that he wasn't worthy of becoming one of them. He was pathetic. Desperate. He didn't deserve such a gift. But, his promise of blood in a small town with thirty consecutive days without any sun had intrigued them.
Now here they stood, grouped together at an intersection in the small town of Barrow, Alaska, where they planned to drink the entire town dry. They stood in the shadows, watching as the 4x4 pulled away from the police station and recklessly sped down the road. Marlow knew that the man and woman within the vehicle would be theirs soon. It was only a matter of time before he tasted their flesh and blood.
When the vehicle was out of their sight, Marlow turned, looking upon his children. All of whom had pale faces and long fingernails that were coated in the blood of their victims. Some had ragged teeth protruding from their gums and others had perfectly pointed fangs. Yet all of them had black eyes, adapted to the darkness with no use of seeing light. Hisses emitted from their bloodied lips as they spoke to one another in their ancient language no one alive could ever understand.
Some bowed. Others crawled at his feet, reaching out to touch him as if he were one of the pathetic Gods the humans worshipped. But Marlow was no God. He was far from it. He was darkness. He was death. And he never spared his children a single glance as he walked past them, coming to stand in front of them all. Marlow then turned abruptly, growling in their ancient tongue, "Smell the blood. Taste the flesh. The heads must be separated from the bodies. Do not turn them. Is that understood?"
