It is currently a quarter to four in the morning. Stan(Toolshed) has been up late to patrol the streets since they've found a new threat to town—but this time it's a vampire. The sharp fangs of the other lingers around the thoughts of citizens, scaring young ones at night. Since Halloween is right around the corner, streets are less filled with candies and children. Making it more eerie and dull than usual. The Rcoon didn't like it one bit, (maybe since he wanted the candies too..) and sent people off to patrol at night, since vampires don't show up at day. Stan, being one of those few, have been sat up on a rooftop after hours of walking and hopping off of houses.

Until, a glimmer of red locks got caught in his view, exactly the type of hair he was searching for. Standing up, he'd sprint towards the alleyway he had spotted the other run in , hopping and crawling off of rooftops and down onto the cement. Sneaking away as he'd peek out to see if he could see more than just red curls to prove his suspicions.

And oh, was he right. Infront of him was Kyle, the so called vampire that wears such a cliché outfit. He was standing in the middle of the alleyway, seeming to be drinking blood out of those hospital blood bags, maybe that's where he was getting his litter without taking a life.

After a few seconds of mesmerising you suck out of a bag, which he could've took the time to knock you out already, Stan soon then got out of his trance once Kyle had threw the bag into a trash bin nearby. Atleast you aren't littering.

Stan assumed Kyle already knew he was there, since of the lingering presence everyone could feel when someone else is around. His assumptions were answered by the brief gaze of the other, your eyes meeting his along with your sharp canine teeth showing, glimmering from the light. Maybe it was all a distraction, since you'd then dash away into the dark pits of the alley—the raven haired male would murmur a curse word as he'd follow your trail soon after. "Shit, wait!"