Hiro looks at the man's glistening blade for the one instant that it is exposed. Perhap he had misjudged this seemingly harmless creature that was hunched before him. As Hiro gazed away from the stranger towards the moon, its pearly white slowly drained away to a blood red. He could feel the bloodlust, an actual physical pain, begin to burn in his throat like stomach acid. In an hour it would be accompanied with extreme and uncontrollable misery. As Hiro turned to look into the eyes of his guest, the black pits of his eyes glistening sinisterly in the crimson glow of the Demon Moon. As the man fell under his gaze, a thick fog billowed down from the peaks of the hills, shrouding the village in a cloak of white so thick it was paste.
"Tis Midnight, stranger. I have not drank since the dawn of which I must flee. Let us now feast on the many ripe souls that we have allowed to be sewn." He glances down the hills towards the black shape of the town. The buildings are lit with golden artificial lighting. Most of the people are either watching T.V or are sound asleep, unaware of the anctient evil that diliberates upon its fate. He cast his head back, the chords of muscles standing clear under his pale skin. His ghostly pallor glows in the moon's crimson glow, showing a face perfect in every way; with a clear complexion, well-muscled features, and eyes that entrance. His nostrils flare as he breathes in the scents of hundreds of different kinds of blood, or vitae and life. His life.
"Coming?" He asked as he melted into the shadows, easing blissfully into its loving caress. The next moment a hulking, thick-muscled albino wolf sped down the hillside, a plume of dust spraying behind its padded feet.