The darkness that hid the pale moonlight was the perfect cover. A great friend for these situations. Lurking in the dark, he stood, behind the window, watching as his prey slept soundlessly.

This was the ninth consecutive night he watched them. Keeping them safe.

he leaned his hand against the window, breathing heavily as a crazed smile overcame his face.

"My little dove." he muttered under his breath, his metal weapon in his other hand as he carved into the wall beside him.