Downtown

I walked down the streets passing into the alleyway i normally took to get home. The stench of the bins assaulted my nose but it hid something more. I picked up on it though; blood. My senses sharpened and my eyes gleamed; my teeth biting into my lip. No i'm not a vampire or a werewolf i'm a blood badger. I'll explain that later.

I walked around the bins; inching silently so my trainers made no noise on the ground. I peered over the edge of the bins and that's where i saw him. A tall man of about forty, he held a bloody knife in one hand and beneath him laid a woman bleeding out. He was ripped with muscles covering every inch of his skin as blood gleamed on them. He dropped the knife and his hands moved to the blood coating his skin as he rubbed it in. He was wearing jeans that were now red or should i say he was as he removed the jeans and tossed them in the bin. He stood there in his boxers his breathing suddenly rapid and heavy as he laughs. I didn't move a single inch. He kept laughing and i thought it safe to shuffle back slowly and continue home but his head snapped in my direction. His voice rang through, "Come out sweetheart~ I'm not going to hurt you. This young lady isn't dead she's just sleeping with some blood."

I tensed. He must have known i was here. He was behind me in an instant. His hand on my shoulder squeezing it tightly as he dragged me out from behind the bins. He picked back up the knife leaving a bloody trail as the sound of the metal scraping the concrete echoed in my ears. I panicked until i heard the faint sounds of sirens. Maybe they'd get here before he killed me. Much to my dismay though the knife was lifted however it was the hilt coming down on my head slamming me unconscious onto the concrete.