Excerpt: Hunger

It was pissing down rain: hard fat drops that pelted the cement. Silas stood in the middle of the street, his longish brown hair plastered to his face. Rain drops slid down from his eyebrows, over his eyelids, but he made no move to wipe them off. He made no move to get out of the rain.
With his arms stretched out to the side, he tilted his head to the sky.
He stood outside like this every night that it rained, which in Seattle, was often. Although, the rain didn’t usually come down quite so hard.
Like the others, he had already heard about the “incident”. Unlike the others, he wasn’t off somewhere fretting about it. So what if a human had witnessed a feeding? Nobody would believe the human if he said anything. They were myths. They were nothing. They were crazy talk. Though, Silas didn’t really care if they did believe the human.
He didn’t know what the others planned to do, most likely kill the human, but it had happened on Friday and it was now Tuesday. Any damages were already done. They would normally also be talking about killing the female who had gotten them into this mess, but she was with Adrian so she would be protected.

He heard a movement come from around the corner: the distinct sound of footsteps. There was no accompanying scent of blood, so he knew that it wasn’t a human.
“Who’s there?” he called, not wanting to be disturbed.
The girl stepped out into the hazy, water blurred, glow of the street lamp. She looked terrified. Black eye liner streamed down her face from the rain drops, or perhaps tears. Silas couldn’t tell.
She wasn’t very old: human years or otherwise. Barely a teenager in human years, and he’d bet newborn.
“Who are you?” He asked her, his curiosity peaked.
“M-Meg,” she stammered. She looked pathetic with her drenched black hair, wide eyes, and soaked clothes.
“Nice to meet you Meg, I’m Silas,” he said, in his most charming voice, extending his hand. He wanted her to trust him. He wanted her to tell him everything.
She didn’t say anything, and she made no move to shake his hand. She eyed him up and down, holding her ground.
“Don’t worry,” he said, as gently as possible, “I won’t hurt you.”
He could see the tension in her muscles relax a little and knew that she was starting to trust him.
“I just want to know where you’re from, and how you got like this,” he said. “Then I can help you.”
He could tell that he had her right where he wanted her.
“You can help me?” She asked, her voice hopeful.
“Oh yes,” he said trying to make his smile appear genuine.
“My friend, she came and did this to me. I just want to go home. I just want to go back to being normal again.”
She started to cry. Silas hated crying kids.
“Who’s your friend?” he asked, gently. It was all that was left for him to know.
“Amaya,” she said quietly. “Amaya Miyake. I think she needs your help too. Can you help her as well?”
“Of course,” he said. Then before she would have even had time to blink, Silas struck, and it was over.
Silas carried what was left of her over to the sewer and threw the pieces inside, wiping his hands off on his pants afterwards.
He needed to go find Adrian and let the coven know that they had a much bigger problem.