CHAPTER TWO
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CHAPTER TWO
NOT ENOUGH. The shadow seethed as another drop of icy rain sliced through him. Still not enough juice. He needed more life than the street rats and alley scum provided. Dank alley scum steeped in sewer sludge. A tremor ran through his insubstantial form, as much of a shudder as a thing made of mist knitted together by terror could produce.
He was weary of this spectral existence. And he should have been corporeal long before now. He should have been dining on fine wine and finer blood rather than the viscous bodily fluid of the waste of society. He should have felt satin and silk against his skin, instead of the slice of sleet passing through him. His hope that sucking the life from a supernatural creature would help had been dashed – but the one he'd found was an emaciated skeleton of a vampire, unable to feed him when it clearly hadn't fed itself in too long.
Vampires. The word slithered through his mind. He wished he could spit it out. They always had been inconstant servants, despite Night's fondness for them. And lately they'd been more than unreliable – they'd been treasonous. First Luca, using the power he'd given him then betraying him to settle his own petty grievances.
Then the woman, Luca's creation, killing Luca. The shadow sighed, an exhale of longing almost. Luca would have had enough life to give him the flesh he needed, the body he craved. And she had stolen that from him.
A rustle sounded down the alley. A rat. Not a shifter nor an apparition, just a plain, old rat. But every little bit helped. Soon he'd be able to consume enough, and then he'd feed on the woman and her friends and her family and any creature in the city he took a fancy to.
The shadow descended as the rat scurried and squeal. But it was too late for this rat.
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