Dead Or Alive

The vampire watched the show from the shadows, unseen by mortal eyes. If anyone came too close, it wasn’t hard for him to convince him or her to turn the other way.

He rested his hip against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the band. It was the first time they’d played in his town since… He shook his head; the first time for a while.

And, as much as he hated to admit it, they weren’t bad. Even if he was supposed to be up there with them.

He scowled, demon face surfacing at his displeasure. He snarled, human face shifting to the fore lest anyone should see him.

A shiver ran through him as the young one looked directly at him. His eyes widened and he stepped farther back into the darkness. Damn, he hadn’t realised the young one would still be able to sense him. He smiled to himself; it shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise, if he was honest. The young one had always been very strong.

Satisfied, he pulled his coat tighter around him and he stalked out of the arena and into the night.