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Nightfall passed, and I seemed to be the only thing out that night. Perfect. I thought it best to feed before I started my task. I approached a small house, with the lights out. I could feel the heartbeat of one person living inside, and judging by its pace, determined this person was asleep. I walked to the front door and grabbed the handle, hoping the owner forgot to lock it. It turned and popped open. I slowly pushed the door, and walked in lightly. A girl was sleeping in here, I could tell by the decorations around the main room. Letting her heartbeat guide me to her I walked toward the stairs. As I got to the last step, I felt her heartbeat stop. Had she just died in her sleep? I came to a door at the end of the hall, assuming no one was alive on the other side, I swung the door open. ??I saw a man standing over the remains of a woman, with a sword in his hands. He appeared to be praying, or at least performing some sadistic ritual. I wasn’Äôt sure if it was the lack of concern that perplexed me, or that I only felt one heartbeat the whole time, and I was confident it was hers. Even now as I stand before this man I felt no heartbeat emanating from him. I stood there for a moment watching him. I tried to focus my attention on him, to maybe hear even a faint heartbeat from him. Nothing. Another surprise was the lack of concern he had toward me. I don’Äôt think he knew I was there. I backed into the blackened corner of the room just behind the door. I could not make out his face, or maybe at that time I forgot to try to. He was standing so still for a long moment, reciting some vernacular I’Äôve never heard before. Then I watched him avert his gaze from the cadaver to look around the room. I was blind to him, he looked right past me. His silhouette began to frighten me, or at least that damn human side of me. I must remain in control if not to stay hidden, then to discover who this man was. He walked over to the bed, put his sword into the sheath on his back, and sat down. What little light the moon gave off that night allowed me to see his ensemble. He was wearing a long black sleeveless coat that ended at his ankles. His arms appeared to be a silvery shade of gray. Gloves hid his hands, save his fingertips. The collar of the coat came to a hood. His face was covered by a dark red cloth, which only revealed his yellow eyes.??For more on this chapter?E-mail memailto:Sethreiber@msn.com?subject=Chapter%203shapeimage_1_link_0
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