The streets of London became shrouded in black as midnight passed, the thick smog blocked out the stars from giving out light, even the moon was hidden. The only light within the streets were from dying oil lamps, the alleyways -of which there were many- were completely engulfed in darkness. Dorian wandered down the road, carrying a bewitched stone which emitted a blue glow to light his way, following the muffled cries of a woman.<br/>He crossed paths with a night watchmen; an old man, with an arched back, who supported his weight on his walking stick. The old man's back was as crooked as his morals. Dorian smiled at the man, although he knew of his guilt. The old man had his back turned from the alleyway, having also inspected the area for the root of the cries and turning from the culprit for his own selfishness. Dorian approached the elder and caressed his face.<br/>"I'd get out of here, honey, next time I will not be so easy on you," he said with a chilling yet seductive voice. The old man scampered as fast as he could, it amused Dorian to watch him hobble. Immediately he used his stone to check the alleyway; a young woman pushed against the wall by much larger male, influenced by far too much gin. Dorian could smell it from a few feet away. "Let the girl go, and I'll spare you," he offered the warning; dropping his light to free up his hands.<br/>"Get outta 'ere," the drunken assailant replied with a slur. Pushing the girl to the ground, he reached over to grab Dorian by the collar however missed and tripped over his own feet. With this opening, Dorian slammed the drunk against the wall. With a free hand he roughly stroked the man's face; filling him with pleasurable sensations, as he glared down with glimmering ruby eyes.<br/>"Unlucky for you; I haven't eaten in a few days," Dorian whispered, smirking. The drunk's struggles were useless as Dorian increased the sensations enough to make his knees weak. Roughly, they kissed. Dorian extracted the energy from his body, draining him completely dry. The aggressor-turned-victim fell to the ground with a vacant look in his eyes. Dorian turned to the tearing young girl, who had frozen in fear by the spectacle; he walked over to her and offered her a hand up. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Let me take you home."<br/>Suddenly, Dorian felt a dark presence approaching, something wasn't right. He pushed the girl ahead and ordered her to go. Dorian rushed to his stone light, holding it up, and calling out for the presence to show itself. It felt familiar and left a gurgling premonition of badness in this stomach. The young girl screamed as another figure entered the alleyway, causing Dorian to jump and drop his light. It rolled on the ground, hitting the feet of the young girl and mysterious person, lighting up their faces.<br/>"E-Eileen?"