Nathaniel wrapped his jacket around him, blowing hot air into his cupped hands to keep warm. Just as he left the hospital, the dragon-boy turned to walk down the street. It was chilly outside. Dark out now, too. Perfect hunting weather. Truthfully, most Lurkers didn't go after humans for food. They ate and drank just like normal people to sustain themselves. But Nathaniel was different. He had a carnivorous appetite that could only be met by human blood. Or anthro. He wasn't picky.<br/><br/>Dragon Lurkers were, naturally, the reason the earth ones had their legends of vampires. They certainly didn't turn into bats, but they had the bat-like wings. And killed with a stake to the heart? Well, wouldn't that kill just about anybody?<br/><br/>And the fact that he couldn't stand crosses had nothing to do with his being a dragon. He was a creature of HELL. It was kind of self-explanatory.<br/><br/>There had been an unusual amount of deaths on the other side of town. Maybe he'd get lucky and find a body that had been recently attacked, not entirely dead, but close enough that his finishing it off wouldn't make a difference. That's where he wanted to go. Before any human authorities or pesky Angels discarded the body.