He stood up and looked out of the window. The last of the suns rays still held a nasty bite. Cloaked in shadow and shielding his delicate skin beneath his trench coat, he waited impatiently for the sun to disappear behind the golden etched buildings of the city below.
Upon the bed last nights supper lay drained, her wide dull eyes staring blankly across at him. A trickle of remorse rain across his chest. He didn't usually kill, but last night he needed to heal a wound, a deep gash, left by the hunter's blade. He had only narrowly escaped further injury, by his fast wits and the luck of bursting into the female student's apartment.
Now it was just a matter of waiting for dusk to fall across the streets. Then he planned to run and escape this city and it's hunter's and never look back.