In the beginnings of another lonely evening while Kyle is riding his bike something catches his eye a young little runaway sitting just out of sight on the edge of an ally, a fresh youngster, or maybe just thrown out, probably no older than 15.  The look in the eyes gives it away, a dark emptiness that penetrates anything with an ounce of empathy, low and lonely they peak out from under a dirty hooded sweater vainly searching for some sort of hope.  Kyle shakes his head a bit and thinks, “sorry kid not tonight”.  Part of him that hasn’t quite died yet wants to help this kine, but his hunger demands otherwise.  “Sometimes I hate playing the part of the monster, no use feeling sorry for being ahead on the food chain I suppose”.  Kyle circles around the block and stops for a moment running it through his head.  “I know this girl, like I’ve known so many other ‘cast a ways’.  Shit I was one when I was alive, I’d wished for death enough times perhaps I am a blessing for this young one, well then again I think I have an idea…”

Pulling back around the block she is still sitting there grasping her few possessions like an old teddy.  “She’s probably hungrier than I am.” With that thought Kyle parks his bike and ducks into the convenience store on the corner and buys some water and a lunch sandwich and heads down the street.  He walks up to her slowly and leans down holding out the bag, “Hey, you hungry?”, “Fuck yes I am, who the fuck are you and why do you give a shit, huh?  What you guna play nice to get me to go home with you? huh!”  With that Kyle snatches the bag from her, “Look at me for a minute, do I look like some fat asshole or drunk dad that wants to poke you for a quick thrill? Take a look at this face you don’t think I know where you’ve been kid. Shit that’s what I get for trying to be nice.”  Kyle starts to walk away, “Hey wait, hey mister I didn’t mean it you know it’s just…” her voice trails off indicating some painful memory, probably why she either left or got thrown out, who knows.  “Yeah I know kid, believe me I know, the world’s fucked up and we’re all out to get you.”  (The irony of that statement almost chokes Kyle, as he knows full well that here and now he is very much the predator, just not like she expects…)

Kyle hands her the bag and she tears into the sandwich like a newly embraced childer.  “Slow down a bit you don’t want to eat the bag , haha.  Look, I do want to show you something, a place that you can sleep safely no bums know about it yet because it only recently got condemned you don’t have to come with me of course, but it’s a dry warm place to sleep while you figure shit out.”  She gives a brief nod while she stuffs the last of the sandwich down her throat.  Kyle gives her a look over while she stands up and thinks to himself “It’s good she isn’t a junky that would have botched my meal plans.”  He points down the street to his bike.  She blurts out, “Seriously we’re going to ride on that piece of shit…”, “It may not look like much but it can make the Kessel run in 12 parsecs.” He says trying his hardest to do a Han Solo impression. “Dork.” She replies indignantly with a cocked eyebrow.  They climb on and ride out to a derelict neighborhood in the projects Kyle kills the motor and signals her to get off. He pushes the bike up into a yard of a boarded up house with a burnt out kitchen.  “is this it?” She asks in a hushed voice.  “Yeah, follow me.”  He pops out a window and indicates her to follow him.  Once inside he points towards the corner to a lamp and a bed roll.  “It’s all yours kid I wont be needing it anymore. Only use that lamp at night when you absolutely have to you don’t want anybody knowing you’re here, understand.”  She nods and looks around the dimly street lit house like she’d stepped foot into the Tahj Mahal or Alhambra Palace.  She pulls down her hood for the first time to reveal a cute young lady, and with that Kyle steps behind her placing his hands on her shoulders she doesn’t resist until she feels his lips on her neck, “But…” she doesn’t have time to say anything it’s too late the fangs have hit their mark and she drifts off into a euphoric state.  Kyle takes only a little from her she’s small and he doesn’t want to kill her.  She feints quickly and with that Kyle licks the wound closed and lays her down to sleep it off.  “She’ll be dizzy in the morning, and probably will think I drugged her.” Kyle looks down at her with an almost mournful stare “Well, this one is never going to trust men again.”