Raven

Ok this was the first short story i had ever written seriously and through sheer boredom i decided to post it! lol i honestly do not know where i got the idea for this story... perhaps i've watched Underworld one too many times...

Raven stood quietly, extending and stretching her stiff muscles trying not to call attention to herself. The night was warm with lightning flickering and picking its’ way through the clouds that spasmodically released the rain from its confines dampening everything it touched.

Raven had watched from the roof tops what little sunlight there had been fade slowly as night tightened its grip on the city. It was dark now, the sun had been banished from the sky to allow the creatures of the night to emerge and feed once again.

She was watching, waiting. Waiting for the music from the adjacent building to begin, waiting for it to sound out echoing through the night calling people to it like moths to light. The music had begun long ago though Raven had not realised as time swept around her unnoticed. The people would be leaving the rave soon, drunk and drugged. No one would notice their absence until after day break. Raven smiled indulgently at the thought of the feast that she could have, her fangs raising so fast that they ripped eagerly through the flesh on her cheeks causing blood to flow through her mouth and across her teeth staining them red. Forcing the rising hunger down, she peered through the gloom and in to the street below.

Finally a girl emerged from the building as if trying vainly to escape the pounding music and flashing lights. She was the perfect target; young, innocent, and totally oblivious to everything around her. Raven mused; she was also drunk and would follow her easily as a young pup would follow any one who gave it a quick feed.

Raven watched as the girl stumbled across the street, calling out drunkenly as she tripped on some unseen thing and made her way across to the dirty, dark and dank alley way. Raven smiled again at the girl’s innocent stupidity. The alley was stacked with wooden boxes that served as a home for several of the homeless people that lived in the area. The homeless people would give her no trouble. They always tried to ignore all the strange occurrences because they knew if they told anyone two things would happen to them. The first would be to be locked up in the insane asylum by who ever they told. They knew no one would ever believe them, no matter what they said. The second would be to face her vengeance. They were of no interest to her and they would stay that way until they became a threat to her and her way of life. In a way they were protected by Raven, as she would never allow another of her kind to enter her territory.

Raven rose and walked to the edge of the roof and stepped over the safety railing and into the air, she fell gracefully landing on her feet as a cat would, her knees absorbing the power and shock of the fall without pain. Walking across the street to the alley Raven knew that the hunger was rising and would not be denied much longer. The homeless people shuddered and curled closer into their boxes as the girl’s dieing screams echoed through the night into nothing.