Soggy gray streets matched the sky as dark clouds unleashed their burden. Drains rumbled as they took in running water puddles roared as they were run over by glossed yellow cars. A giant clocked tolled the hour, 5:00 pm, adding to the noise of the storm. On both sides of the street people rushed by, ducking into stores and open cabs, holding papers and jackets over their heads, anything to keep the wet out. Damian did no such thing, his umbrella laying curled up and unused in his right hand.

It had been ages since he had been up this early. On any normal day the sun would still be shining, keeping all dark creatures in doors or underground. It was only on rare occasions such as this that a vampire could show its face in the daytime hours.

Cool rain water dripped down his ebony hair as Damian paused, reading a sign that showed the location of a bus stop, a video store, and a sport's bar. Nothing seemed to strike him, so he continued walking.

Ruby eyes took in each person, each store, and each car as they passed. Many places were unfamiliar seeing as how most shops closed as the sun fell. Damian had always only been able to view the cities night life. Club rats, vandals, and drug dealers had been his meals of choice, but now... Now he was getting a whole new taste of town.

Thunder shook the ground as lightning lit up the sky. Yes, it was a beautiful day indeed.

Damian cocked his head as a new scent disturbed the damp, earthy smell of the rainy streets. The water made it faint but it was no matter, Damian would recognize that scent anywhere. Blood.

His stomach suddenly felt empty, his mouth dry. Whipping his head around he searched for the scent only to be hit by another, less pleasant odor. Werewolf.

Ivory lips turned downward in disappointment. He had rather be hoping it would have been some poor helpless female, fresh blood running free and ready for the taking. But no, instead it was just some ruddy mutt.

Movement in the side of his vision pulled Damian's attention. Another flash of lightning lit up the area, a glimmer of gold was revealed in the shadows. The sheen of predatory eyes. Was this wolf...stalking him?

"Ah bloody hell..."

The curse was murmured under his breath as he racked his thoughts for a plan. He wasn't really a fighter, especially not when the odds were against him, so attacking wasn't really an option for him. Running seemed like a good idea, but then the beast would probably just instinctively chase. Too bad he didn't have a couple links of sausage or something, that seemed to work pretty well in all the cartoons.

It seemed the only option was confrontation. Perhaps try to stop the fight before it could start. Ha! Fat chance.

"Hey!"

Garnet eyes bore into golden ones, portraying all the annoyance their owners felt.

"The hell do you think you're doing?"

Damian turned to face the werewolf as he spoke, still keeping their distance between him. He may not want a fight, but he wasn't going to beg for mercy either.