Saber paced the city streets, looking for the next place he would stay.
It was hard living here, pending nights on the park bench. Tonight, he hoped, would be different.
He shivered, placing his hands deep into his pockets.
Soft growls could be heard as he passed by the dark alleyways.
I remember when dad said they were just dogs..

But they weren't. They were the vampires, bane to to living, fallen angels some said. But to Saber, they were killers. Stealing life without a care, drinking the blood of the innocent.

The night itself wasn't so bad. A few clouds glared angrily in the distance, but apart from that the sky was blank. Pure.
The moon hung lazily above a large set of skyscrapers, and Saber wondered whether there were other demons besides the vampires. Werewolves, Frankenstein's Monster, the things that he thought were fake. The things you'd see on Buffy on a Thursday night. Up until a few months ago vampires were only on TV, but Saber's eyes had been opened. He had entered this macabre life, and now there was no way out.

Saber continued walking, until he reached a gothic bar at the edge of town. Normally he would steer clear of these places, but he was freezing, and desperate for a place to stay.
As he pushed open the wooden door, the smell of sweat and blood assaulted his nostrils. The screams and loud music pierced his ears. No doubt he'd have a hard time trying to sleep. But he was tired, too sleepy to find somewhere else. He was also sick of sleeping outside, so this would do.

What was this? As he paced through the crowd, he noticed a small set of stairs. The metal looked slightly rusted, but the spiral pattern was unusual.
Maybe it would be quieter upstairs.

Nacrosix exited the alley way the Mortal has just passed. The growl had come from Spectre, the vampire wolf that Nac kept as a pet. Wraith was out hunting tonight:

"So lad you believe in us do you."

He walked back into the alley and climbed onto the roof top. He follwed the mortal, and when the mortal stopped he looked down at what he was surveying. Those steps. Nac had never noticed them before, so why tonight was he feeling nervy about them. He sat back and watched what the Mortal would do next...