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Finally, it is about time! James gracefully turned the next corner to a most beautiful sight. A young female walked, about twenty paces ahead, and dug her hands into the sides of her button down jacket. Her heels clicked on the asphalt and pound their way to a destination she would meet later than usual. James smiled and licked his lips for the sensation of blood tumbling in his stomach. Oh…the sweet aroma of warmth and that irony smell that followed. To hold a person in your arms and have complete control over their life…urgh, it made his mind cringe with delight. With each life he spared James felt that it was a silent redemption from hell for all the lives he had taken.

He made little noise as he stalked her into the night. James clenched his cold hands so they would not stiffen. Leaves drifted over the sidewalk as a rebel wind blew them into the street. He stopped suddenly and watched as she pulled something from her purse. She sprit-zed herself with a perfume that smelled of lilacs. He inhaled and shuddered as the aroma caught the wind and blew her hair around. James caught a waft full of her scent and now it would be easier to track her regardless of her human speed.

She sat down at the end of a bench marked bus stop and held out her compact to see her reflection. James smiled at her and asked the time. "12:36 pm." Her voice was whimsical and fluttery. It made him like her even more. He would enjoy this one. James took a seat and prepared for small talk. He thought of topics in his mind and settled on the bus schedule.

"When exactly does the next bus arrive?"

"I'm sure it’s at 12:45pm."

"Thank you."

He sat with her for another minute and concentrated on her thoughts. Her name popped in as if he had known it for years and every detail of her short life came after. She worked in an assistant nurse program and he faintly smelt blood and other people on her coat. He would have to monitor her; further use seemed to fit the concept. She put away her mirror and smiled at him. James could tell she was scrutinizing his face. "Late shift I take it?"

She looked confused for a few seconds and then caught on, she glanced down and plucked at her outfit. "Yeah same as usual. Another day another nickel." Her laugh was high and delightful. He closed his eyes and relished in its youthfulness. She was little older than himself, physically.

Finally, the bus arrived and slowed at the stop. Random people littered the seats inside; James took one next to an elderly lady and a little girl. The girl stared at him with large round eyes. He smiled at her and waved. She waved back and dropped her toy in the process. James knelt and picked it up for her. The elderly lady huffed and pulled her granddaughter to another seat farther down.

He glared at her and crossed his arms. Swatted, were a simple gesture and a kind act by the prissiest of bitches this world had seen. The little girl waved apologetically for her grandmother’s behavior and played with her toy. Her little hands grabbing at it more playfully than usual…the toy seemed to have more importance since James had touched it. I am glad to see some gracious people living.

Her grandmother glared at him again, "Listen lady…I'm old enough to a point where you should respect your elders." He thought. James pulled out a silver canteen fashioned to look like a booze bottle and he smirked at the woman’s displeasure. He drank lightly from it and wiped his mouth with his coat sleeve.

"My, my aren’t we popular?" He glanced at his prey and smiled…she had made a gentle joke about him.

"Well I do my best to please…" he glared back at the old woman, "even if the old crows sour!"

She laughed and extended her arm in the usual fashion, "I'm Sarah." He shook her hand and the sweetest smells consumed him. He fiddled with his canteen and rubbed his thumbs over the tiny designs.

"James." He bowed slightly. It felt improper to lie considering she had not. It felt good to tell the truth; he knew that it had been a while since he told the truth, so what the hell.

"So James…" she sat back and crossed her legs, "What brings you out on the midnight express?" She smiled even though her eyes could not hide the languor from him. He smiled and quickly made up a thought.

"Me…" he sat back also and silently laughed, as the old woman was flabbergasted that someone like Sarah would talk to him, "I'm on my way home." Sarah nodded and closed her eyes, sleep just moments away. He decided to wake her at her stop, which he already knew. He chuckled and put his canteen back into his coat pocket. James whispered into the wind and it carried over to the old woman, "Your son would be ashamed of your behavior."

Shocked the woman stared at James longer than was necessary…and polite. He yawned and glanced at her momentarily. James nodded and smiled a wicked smile. Mess with me…I dare it! The woman hugged her granddaughter closer and glanced at James often. She is probably wondering how I know and it is killing her not to ask. She would rather die than ask me of something so trivial.

He dropped the matter and lightly shook Sarah awake at her stop. Grateful, Sarah thanked him curtly and moved to the exit. James sat still and watched her falter at the door, her nails clicked on the plastic lining around the folded doors. A group of teenage boys hung carelessly over the bus stop bench next to the bus trading jokes and crude comments. She took a deep breath and returned back to James. "Would you kindly walk me home."

James smiled in spite of himself, "Gladly."

He walked down the isle with her and stopped in front of the little girl. James knelt and pulled a magical quarter out of her ear. "Take it Jessica." He whispered. Amazed she took it from him and stared at him with those innocent, blues eyes. Her grandmother could not get any redder even if he had been standing there naked. James chuckled again and stepped down on the pavement with Sarah.

James protectively wove his arm threw hers and walked Sarah past the rude boys. They howled and bantered at her. Mostly, they glared at James. He remembered one particularly as the boy who had called him a "Fag." Nevertheless he smiled at a few and nodded his head.

"Hey asshole!" One called to him.

James ignored his comment and whispered, "Just keep walking." Sarah nodded and gulped down any form of fear she had. A few disjointed from the group and followed Sarah and James. James sighed and blew a piece of hair from his eyes. Why were people always looking for trouble, only the sensible ones did not fight back with words or punches?

He tightened his grip on Sarah’s arm and walked her down the quiet street. He could feel her silently thank him for walking her home. James grew angry as he realized that the group of zit-faced boys foiled his plans. He walked Sarah to her door and bid her farewell. Another time my dear Sarah! I do not forget very easily and I will have my fill tonight despite pathetic attempts.

James heard the click of many locks as she locked up for the night. He turned and walked down the cold steps and through the throng of teenagers waiting at the end of the street. They called James rude names but he ignored them and continued to walk away. "We’ve got a chicken shit on our hands…Boys! Do you remember what we do to assholes?" They nodded in unison and pursued James anyway.

James expertly wove in and out of streets. He avoided fighting at all costs but the throng of teenage boys persisted. James stopped and turned on the boys. "Is there a problem?"

They exchanged looks of astonishment and one, a larger boy, stepped forward. "Yeah I got a problem, asshole!" The rest laughed as the alpha took on another skinny boy old enough to be their grandparent’s parents. James laughed and rubbed his face with his cold hands. It gave the larger boy a chance to hit him but he did it nevertheless. He expected the boy to throw a punch while he was not looking. On cue the boy swung at James and knocked his fist across James’ cheekbone. There was a cracking sound as James took the blow and his head snapped to one side.

He slowly brought his head back as the others howled with laughter. James stared at him from underneath lashes and dark hair. His facial expression grew angrier with little development of his punch. James growled and took a swing at the boy. It caught him off guard and he did not dodge in time. He fell to the ground and swore at James loudly. The alpha rigidly stood and threw another punch. James avoided it this time and twisted the boy’s arm savagely. He howled in pain and begged James to let him go. James sighed and dropped his grip; he walked away from the scene.

The others whose pride James had wounded continued to follow him, which included the alpha. A couple split and turned down an alley. James knew exactly what they intended and he smiled at his newfound knowledge. Two can play at that game. Come on boys let us play! He did as was tradition with their group and turned down an alley with one exit. Oh, no…he feigned ignorance and fear for their personal benefit; for James knew who would have the last laugh. The two gargantuan boys blocking his path crossed their arms and wickedly smiled at James. The rest followed in behind him. "Is there any sensible way of settling this? I mean we’re all smart men here!" James smiled and cleared his throat, "No? Have it your way." He proceeded to take off his jacket and roll up his sleeves in customary fashion.

They all stared at him dumbfounded.

The alpha pushed forward and stood in front of James with a smile that would anger the gods. "Honestly Phillip what would your parents think?" he caught the boy off guard once more and proceeded with his mass of knowledge, "They’d be ashamed if they could see you picking fights. Even after your uncles…well…you know already."

"Fuck you man…you don’t know shit about me!" He screamed in James ear.

"Actually I do…I know everything about you. How you were such a problem child and how you would always sneak into the basement to set fires. Phillip did you honestly think the past would not catch up with you?" he grinned, "Why’d you start that fire anyway?" James lifted a pale hand to his chin in thought, "That’s right…did someone hurt you Phillip? You were angry… scared… and utterly confused. I remember Phillip, I do." There were tears in Phillip’s eyes as his anger grew.

Phillip swung another meaty fist at James and missed, his arm catching concrete with a loud crunching noise. Phillip fell to the ground in pain and cursed James with his perverted tongue. The others closed circle and ganged up on James. Are you kidding me? This is all that you’ve got? You all honestly should play with people your own size. James chuckled at the last joke, most of them were twice his size but compared to his strength they had nothing.

James threw every large boy off as the tried tackling him without much effort. Finally Phillip came up to bat and rammed James into a wall. He laughed and fell to the ground near Phillip; trash littering his clothes and making his hand sticky. James stopped and decided to have more fun than he’d had in a long time. My turn boys.

James stood and turned on the boys surrounding him; he grinned and let slip the very thing casting him inhuman. Some glared but most seemed to have pissed themselves. James threw back his head and laughed, he quickly ran and stood behind one of the largest boys. He would have the most blood, oh yes he would satisfy any hunger built. James grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the ground. The others gasped and ran for their lives. Phillip pulled himself to his feet and back against a wall. Piss ran in rivers down the left side of his pants.

James laughed even harder and dropped the boy in his grip. The boy fell to the ground unconscious. James teeth gleamed in the bask of the moon. He sunk them into the neck of his newly found victim.

The salty taste of that sweet sweet blood ran down the side of his chin in a bad atempt to be consumed. James stared at Phillip all the while and when he'd had his fill of mugging idiot he moved on to Phillip.

He didn't struggle, he just cowered under James and prayed to god that he'd live through tonight. James granted the boy his wish and filled himself with the life sustaining liquid that bore him heart ache.