A Poachers End (open)

Cyrus left the House of Pain after bestowing a deep kiss and drinking a bit from his waitress, Suki was cute and very useful. He probably should not drink from her so frequently but she seemed to enjoy it greatly.

Following the injured poacher discretely was easy enough to do. The young one made no attempt to hide his whereabouts or direction. Deep through the sewers the two went, unsteady bleeding vampire followed by feline vampire. Stalking prey was enjoyable as a leopard, his long tail quivered in anticipation and his overlarge teeth were bared, just waiting to bite down.

Foolish young vampire never looked up either. Cyrus climbed quietly along the pipes running along the roof of the underground tunnels. His quarry staggered towards his lair, looking back but failing to look above his head.

Finally running into an industrial area that had heating vents running along the roof, warming the damp atmosphere, there were signs of habitation. A sleeping bag, chair and radio were jammed into a dark corner. Food wrappers and other trash lay strewn about.

The young male made his bed as quickly as his injuries allowed, apparently he had not found any further sustenance. Soon sleep claimed the vampire, his wounds healing slowly without fresh blood. Cyrus was disgusted by the lack of knowledge this youth showed. How could you stumble out of a packed bar without grabbing a mouthful of blood? Why had he not sought out a clan for safety?

Settling down to wait the younger one out Cyrus slept lightly, atop an intake vent, hidden by the darkest shadows and miscellaneous pipes and wires.

Upon awakening his sharp leopard eyes noted the boy still sleeping. Nothing had changed, no one had disturbed the area at all. All throughout the night, Cyrus watched the young one sleep on. It was getting near daybreak when the boy awoke. He cursed loudly and frequently, railing at the injustice of having two pretty girls taken from him, at the insistence of a clan which he felt would only hold him back, at anyone not realizing how powerful he was. The leopard sat silently through the tirade, realizing that the boy did not intend to seek safety, thinking himself immortal.

As the vampire mumbled dire threats to freaks who were dumb cats, Cyrus emerged from his hiding place. Watching the youth poorly sharpen a knife, the feline stalked his prey.

The moment the knife was put down and the boy turned away from it, the cat leapt upon him. Teeth clamped tight around the throat, claws digging deep furrows into flesh. The scent of blood flooded the small room. Knowing the boy would expose them too the world with his stupidity, Cyrus hung on until the heart of his victim stopped. He lapped up the blood flowing until he sensed the moment of death.

Leaping away, he curled up to clean his paws and fur on the vent as the body below him decomposed into nothingness. Once he was clean, and the ash settled below, he leapt down to clean up. Removing the money and identification from the cheap leather wallet on a chain, he folded everything neatly into a pile, blanket, clothes, cash. The ID and Credit Cards he destroyed completely with tooth and claw. Dragging the clothes with him, he left the radio where it was and began his journey out. The homeless shelter would appreciate the donation in his arms.

Too soon he realized that the sun was coming up, he would not make it back to the hotel this night either. Finding an alcove, high and dark, with ventilation covering its entrance, he shoved the clothing inside and shifted to sleep curled up in the damp darkness behind the pile further obscuring his residence.

((Open to anyone willing to be down in the sewer. The kitty is hidden in a high, dark alcove with a large metal pipe and stack of clothing obscuring him.))