Matt absentmindedly traced his finger over a line in the concrete, and stared off into the distance. He didn't know why he bothered, Kjetil hadn't showed up yesterday night either. Finally Matt heard the thumping footprints always produced by Kjetil's metal-bottomed boots. A small smile gracing his pale features, Matt stood.

Kjetil was walking more swiftly than usual, causing his black trenchcoat to trail behind him a bit. He wore the same black knit hat he did every night- Kjetil had been birthed as a vampire in the eighties, at which time a mullet had seemed like a perfectly good idea. Since then he had of course come to his senses, but unfortunately he could not change it, so his only option was to cover it up.

"Where were you last night?" Matt asked as Kjetil neared him.

"Sorry, little mix up. I'd specifically told the waiter NO garlic on my meal. Moron. Oughta sue the restaurant for all they've got. But they took it as an allergic reaction, rushed me to the hospital, you can imagine the confusion that my physiology caused the doctors." Kjetil removed a cigarette from the pack in his back pocket and lit it.

"Those things'll kill you, you know."

Kjetil glared.

"Sorry. Force of habit. So, shall I do the honors?"

"By all means."

Matt reared back and leaped up, grasping the top of the light pole they had been standing under. With a swift kick he smashed the bulb within, casting Kjetil and the street around him into darkness. Matt released his grip on the pole, fully intending to land gracefully on his feet rather than smashing face first into the pavement. Unfortunately the latter was his fate.

Laughing slightly, Kjetil applauded as Matt pushed himself back to his feet. "Bravo, a stunning example of the grace of our kind."

"Shut up. I've seen you take worse than that."

"True enough. So, who shall our victim be tonight?" Kjetil cast his cigarette aside and dashed to the outer reach of their darkened hiding spot. Licking his lips in anticipation, Kjetil surveyed the crowds in the distance. "Her!" he hissed finally, pointing excitedly.

"The old woman?" Matt cringed.

"Yes. Slow, vulnerable, an easy target."

"No, man, no. That's just sick."

"Oh come on Matt! Vampires are supposed to be merciless and unfeeling!"

"Yes yes, but all that aside, no matter what manner of unholy creature you are, there is something deeply wrong with murdering old ladies."

"Fine, have it your way," Kjetil leaned against the lamppost, "They taste like crap anyway. So who do you suggest?"

Matt looked briefly out into the crowd. "Over there, with the hat."

"Hmm, tasty looking, that one. Alright, on my mark, we take her."

"What is your mark?"

"Does it matter?"

"Well yes. What if I was to misinterpret some other movement of yours as this all important 'mark' and took off ahead of you? It would throw off the balance, it would- -"

"Alright, forget about the mark, just go!"

Their steps almost in unison, the two vampires soared from their spot of darkness into the unwitting crowd. A few minutes later, a muffled scream escaped into the night air.