The Hunter and the HuntedHe was cornered now. He wasn't going to escape from this was he? She wasn't going to let up. She was going to hunt him down until she had him. She had all the gear, too: the black leather, the deathly pallor, the blood-red lips. She probably had a cape back at home too. A cape lined with red silk. It was incredible the lengths they went to. The monsters.
He was too exhausted by the long chase across the city to run any more. He hadn't drunk for, what, five days? His strength was gone. Too scared of going outside, that was the problem. Too afraid of being pursued like this. Starvation had forced him out eventually. Three long hours ago.
He'd ducked into the alleyway hoping to hide in the shadows while his strength returned. A mound of black plastic rubbish sacks g
