The Bitten Assassin

When the Sun is Asleep

I had spent the last hour following the figure before me.

He took echoing steps down the pavement, walking under the streetlights.

Earlier, I had seated myself inside his own restaraunt, sitting silently as I watched him from under the hood of my jacket. Considering it was a resteraunt, I had to prevent the waitors and waitresses from coming to my table. Holding what looked like a phone, I pretended to be arguing with someone over the device.

I was honestly surprised nobody came and asked me to leave. Some people were awful at hiding how they were scared of me, so maybe that was the case.

Lewis Yenly.

I had been told nearly everything about him back "home".

Now that I looked down at him from my spot on the rooftops, I struggled to keep in my laughter.

They warned that he could put up a fight.

From what I'd seen today, he looked... less than average on the strength side of things. Perhaps he was armed. Maybe he carried knives or even a gun.

Lewis' footsteps slowed, seemingly cautious.

I doubt he was entirely considering getting killed by the infamous vampire everyone had heard about, rather than the regular dangers of walking these streets at night. One day I'd be sent to California, then the next I'd be in France. Nobody could trace my pattern if there was one.

Lewis turned his head and looked up at me. I swept to the right, disappearing in a black mist. He  might have noticed the trail, but I doubted he caught on.

Doubting was always what they did.

They'd see a figure watching them, but they'd dismiss it as "seeing things".

As long as they keep telling themselves that, it makes my job easier.

Lewis kept walking, still slow for what he had seen. Appearantly his panicking thoughts hadn't got the best of him. He seemed ignorant in my eyes.

Then again, I haven't approached my target yet, and I was getting bored.

Without bodily form, I flew calmly over the next rooftop to keep up with my assignment. Mist shrouded me, yet any bit of my actual figure was gone. It was what became the mist, was without form.

I swept silently off the roof and upright in a dark alley.

Just as Lewis passed up my location, I took form again and stalked out of the darkness. He kept miding his own business, though that would clearly cost him his life tonight.

Within 5 feet of him, I began to hear what he was thinking.

'Vampires aren't real...'

'But what was that noise?'

'I just need to sleep'

'12 hours of work would do this to anyone'

'Woah, I haven't seen my family in 12 hours?'

'I wonder what they've been up to'

Keeping silent, I ignored the rest of his thoughts as I locked my right arm around his middle, slapped my left hand over his mouth, and jerked him backwards towards the black alleyway behind me.

He squirmed and beat against me, scratching at my arms and kicking at my legs.

Luckily, I had been through plenty worse, so this was tolerable.

I scowled deeply as I felt something slice into the back of my right arm. In one swift jerk, I threw Lewis against the brick wall to my left.

While he struggled to sit up, I glanced at my arm. Dark, red blood trailed over my pale skin, threatening to dribble off and head for the ground.