The air was ripe with their scent. An intoxicating mixture of sweat and blood that made him salivate at the mere thought of their eventual capture. He could practically taste them already and he swallowed the excessive saliva. He had first caught a whiff of them on his normal patrol; a boring affair of wandering aimlessly through the park after dark. It was a know hot-spot for the little folk to appear and though he was under ‘official’ orders to report and turn over any that he should come

He watched the last piece of waffle being stuffed into the small creature’s mouth and as they chewed with reckless abandon and swallowed hard to get it down. Their little belly pushed out from under their shirt as they sat back into the chair with a loud content sigh, their eyes closed in post-dinner bliss. “You make the best waffles…”
 
He chuckled as finished drying the last of the dishes. He didn’t want to wake up tomorrow to a messy kitchen, especially if tonight went as plan

The street light above flickered and buzzed before dying out just as the large stranger passed beneath it. His feet clacked against the pavement, sounding far too loud in the empty street, so he made his way to softer grass to muffle his movements. It was the space of time when one day bled into the next and the walls of worlds weakened and bent and sometimes broke all together. The city slept, blissfully unaware and unconcerned with the makings and machinations of the night dwellers. With the s