When the sun goes down and the moon comes out...

The evening sun had long since dipped below the horizon. Simon's eyes opened, now feeling more alive than ever.

I turn into a teenage goo goo muck.

Simon groans. He feels that hunger settling with in him again. He doesn't know anything else but hunger. Was it blood? Flesh? He didn't know. And most people didn't stay long enough to find out. He doesn't know exactly what he is. And he doesn't remember anything from his "previous life." In fact, he doesn't know for sure whether or not he's really dead or alive. All he knows, is hunger.

Yeah, I cruise through the city and I roam the streets...Looking for something that is nice to eat, hm.

The moon hung high in the night sky, the air was crisp with every breath he took. It was chilly enough that when he exhaled, he could see his breath fog up in front of him. Everyone else in the neighbourhood had begun to settle down for the evening.

You better duck when I show up, the Goo Goo Muck.

He was semi-aware of the rumours that spread. About a beast. About him. Most parents had all their kids home by sun down. While teens who wanted to put on a brave face often dared each other to look for him. Those were always fun to mess with. He never really hurt anyone though. At least...not too much.

I'm the night headhunter looking for some head. With a way out body underneath that head, oh.

Simon's footsteps trudged beneath him as he walked in the shadows. He made sure to walk in the grass, his footsteps going unheard. Then from the corner of his eye, he saw something...or rather someone scurrying about. He watched as you stepped up to old house down the street. The old wooden floorboards of the front porch creaked beneath your feet. His eyes set on you, so curious and so unaware. A "paranormal investigator"? How cute. He held back another groan. That hunger was back.

Yeah, I'll get you baby with a little luck. 'Cause I'm teenage tiger and a Goo Goo Muck.

Oh, this was going to be fun.