The Wraith

---The storm, The rescue, The Human---

The night was dark, and the heavy storm roared loudly as thunder and lightning cracks across the raging skies. Threatening to drowned the mass of land as if somehow angered. He stood in the arms of the storms might, looking down with his greenish yellow-colored eyes at the village below, where the people hide in their homes. Rain poured Down his ghost pale face, his long white hair was drenched as it clung to his face and body. He allowed his lips to curl into a smile, where his Sharp white teeth gleamed with the next crack of lightning. His form, tall, unwavering. He was not afraid. Not like these pathetic beings. Humans. Always afraid of that which they could not control.

He allowed his body to lean forward, his muscles rippling under the old and tattered leather black uniform of his kind; The past few years had been unforgiving, and it showed on his aged leathers; Leaning as he stepped forward and slid down the muddy hill, using the weather and terrain to make his trip easier. This was how he did things. He only ever fed during a great storm, as storms were frequent on this planet, and the storms aided in hiding him from the population.

The village came to believe that they were cursed, that the storm brought death among them. He allowed them to believe whatever they wish. It left him in peace. Approaching a house along the outer edges, he took note that all lights were out, and made his way to the door. Opening it just enough to slip his slender body through, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Droplets of water ran down his defined face and figure, falling to the floor. His eyes taking only a moment to adjust to the lighting, taking in everything though there was very little to see. He made his way cautiously along the wall, Careful to not make a sound. Not even allowing the sound of his own breath to fall upon his ears. He made his way down the hall, Coming to the first door. With great caution he opened it, slipping in to hear slow, shallow breaths. Seeing the slight movement that followed with each exhale of the sleeping body that lies in the darkness. The male crept over until he was right next to the sleeping individual.

It was a female. Looking to be in her mid-twenties, no more than that. He raised his hand above her, and grasped hold of her chest, using his other hand to silence her screams as he fed. The energy of her life flowing into him, the cells of his body greedily absorbing all he took from the women. By the time he was finished, he still felt great hunger. This one was not enough. Not after how long he had gone without sustenance. He needed more, and he would get more as he set out for another one of the rooms. the next holding a male. Sharing some of the same features as the female. No doubt they were related in some way. And again, he fed just as quickly as the last and without giving a moment's thought to the life he was now ending to allow his to continue.

With this human, he found his hunger sated for the time being and left, going back to wipe all evidence of his presence from existence. Once finished, he left, not caring to properly shut the door, leaving it to swing open and closed by the force of the storm. And in the dense rain that Made seeing more than ten feet in front of himself impossible, he disappeared. To sit To wait. It was all he could do as the rain beat down upon him, the wind Occasionally throwing him to one side or the other as he fought his way back to the cave in which he dwelled. To sit. To wait. To hope.

His eyes opened to the distant high-pitched sound he knew all too well. The very sound he had been waiting for years to hear once again. He shot up from where he laid, and raced out into the woods, to the village where he heard the people scream and reached out with his mind. He brushed, pushed against every wraith mind he could sense to ensure they knew he was there. Within minutes he was at the village, and he placed himself in the center of it all. Watching as darts came from all directions to cull. Again, he pushed to as many minds as he could, and this time he was met with the prowling mind of a queen, searching him. And he submitted his mind to the powerful female. Wanting nothing more than to be taken from this rock.