Morning stroll in Battery Park

The wind carried a cruel bite to anyone who felt it. New York’s cold streets were more absent than usual, though the city was nowhere near to being inactive this time of day. The sun hadn’t risen and wouldn’t for the next several hours, this was the preferable setting; however, any more than a few single strangers in the nearby blocks would be troublesome, noted the shambling man. This eerie man with a pale complexion and twitchy frail figure was hunting. His target was another figure who themselves walked with a brisk pace down Washington St. The pale hunter nearly glided in pursuit after the other, more feminine figure, who seemed unaware of the danger she was in. The usual reason for these kind of situations isn't much- after all- what more reason does Kidd Fowler need to hunt his oblivious prey if not to eat? 

There was more to this early morning hunt, a demented twist which had caught Kidd's attention. Kidd was madly in love. Hannah Faircloth and Kidd Fowler were together two months ago as highschoolers. Hannah had graduated around the same time Kidd had gotten sick, it wasn't long until Kidd's sickness had caused him to go missing, this wasn't the first time Kidd had seen Hannah though. In the time between his absence and this dark and soon to be dreadful morning, Kidd caught an illness. Through wracking soreness and nauseating pain, Kidd learned to harness his sickness and call upon his symptoms for his own sick pleasures. Most importantly however, is to appease his most damning symptom of all; an unquenchable thirst for human blood.

'Sweethearts n' soulmates', that's what Kidd always believed. It's what he's always said at least.
Didn't she feel the same way? Kidd thought.
First chance she takes when I'm gone and its to just leave me? Kidd's face nearly morphed into a sobbing fit.

His lips were chapped and reminiscent of a surfaced blob fish. His doe-like eyes were trained on his target. Kidd could leap at around 9m with meaningless effort, his restraint from pouncing toward his target and feeding on her could be seen as commendable by some, if only it wasn't out of fear. This night was a solo effort. Kidd didn't have the others to back him up this time. As Hannah approached the entrance leading directly into Battery Park she plucked an open letter from her coat pockets. This was the reason why she was called here to this place away from her apartments in Manhattan. The reason why her life was in danger.

Turn around! She thought and did so.

The wind pushed against her back; it was as if she was being whispered to. As she turned her sight was met with a derelict man dressed in murky clothes. He laid flat, his back was pressed into a pile of what could be his belongings, most people didn't leave a pile of trash bags on the curb. His skin was light brown, similar to oakwood cast in sunlight. His hair was jet black and greasily reached a little past his cheeks. He wore thick black shades which were ill suited at this time of day. She felt a recurring sadness for the stranger. The crinkling paper in her hand snapped her out of her thoughts, she turned forward and tucked the letter back in her coat. 

She wanted to leave, but if she didn't confront this situation now then the issue she holds in her hands could get worse. Goosebumps crept on the back of her neck. Hannah felt a foreboding chill which told her to run as well as a twisting gut feeling which urged her to continue. The issue at hand needed to be taken care of. Hannah Faircloth entered the most dangerous place she could be at within Battery Park. Kidd Fowler smiled and dropped from one of the park's many trees with no shock in his legs whatsoever and met Hannah's eyes. A brief and buried feeling rushed over Hannah's mind in a nanosecond, it told her; 'This was the last person I would see before I died'.