The room is dark , lights flicker , casting a low glow over the three objects in the room ; two wooden chairs and a table . The two people sitting on the chairs exude different auras , one of deep secrets and one of fear . The first man stands and looks down at the second , and as he looks up he notices one thing , and this one thing would haunt him until the end of his time , in about 5 minutes , the colour of his pupils , a bright crimson red . 

" What-t-t-t- do you want from-m me ? " he asks whimpering in sheer terror , expectant and knowing of what is to come . The first man puts his two hands on the table , hands adorned with claws filed to a careful point , as he opens his mouth , horrific teeth are visible to the eye. White , pristine white , but somehow not human , something else.  The second man cowers even further back in his chair as the first man responds with almost a delight in his lofted brow , 

"I want to watch the world burn to ash and when its finished I want to be the one to re-build the Earth in my own image and create a monstrous army to enslave all those who are left alive" , he smiles , pure glee in his blood red eyes, 

"Sound like a plan ?" , he laughs , a guttural laugh , like the noise a chainsaw makes when its trying to start up but is out of fuel . 

He rears back and with one single swipe takes the second mans head off , like you would take the top off of a bottle of wine , blood forms a fountain into which he dips two of his pale white fingers with those claws almost reminiscent of a small child with a chocolate fountain and a strawberry , and just like the strawberry he puts his fingers into his mouth and closes his eyes rolling the red liquid around his mouth until a little spills from his lips and runs down to his chin . He smiles and lets out a small sigh of pleasure "Now thats blood that you cant get anywhere else " and he bends down and begins to feed upon the still warm corpse of dad of three , successful businessman Darrell Harwood . 

When his stomach finally admits defeat , he stands to full height , his head brushing the ceiling and he wipes his hands down his now , bloodstained clothing , "My fine Corpis leather " he states "Now I'll have to wear some human clothing , how irritable " and then he leaves , walking out onto busy London road , but he is lost to sight , just another person , like you and I , but underneath , the blood of every human calls to him . 

The alarm clock blares out , 6 o'clock , time to get up. Police detective Brendan Wright slips out of bed without the thought of a lie in , he's done this too many times before .He stoops down and slides on a pair of fading Star Wars shorts and proceeds to walk from the bedroom into the bathroom . He leans over the sink and splashes his face with cold water in a bid to keep his drooping eyes open , he then steps into the shower and stands under the water until it heats up , downstairs he can hear the sound of the boiler bumping into life to pump the iron veins of the house with hot water . 

After he is finished in the shower , wrapped in a towel he steps back into his bedroom and opens the wardrobe and reaches in to grab the usual black trousers and black t-shirt , he leaves his uniform at the station as its easier to get it washed there . He then plods downstairs into the kitchen , pulling open the fridge to find an open pint of milk , which he combines with cereal which he then eats with robot precision . His body is not yet fully awake but just functioning on a well drilled procedure , which he fails to stray from on a daily basis .  

The kettle pings , its finished , he doesn't remember even putting it on , but his memory hasn't been what it was in a number of years , ever since that night in the graveyard 

The wind blows , whistling through the trees  creating a noise as if the trees are speaking to the one solitary man walking through . Brendan Wright walks with his hands in his pockets , collar up against the brisk chill of the spring night  , his eyes are fixed on the mobile phone in his hand , and so he never sees the tree root until it is too late , until he is face first in someones grave , he jumps up with a start and picks up his phone . He brushes himself down and turns to continue along the path that will take him home when he finds it blocked by a figure . 

" Excuse me sir can I ask that you move please " He attempts to step past the figure , but it sticks out a heavily muscled arm to block his way . The arm catches the moonlight truly emphasizing how white it was , like a bleached bone in the Sahara desert , the figure then turns  and Brendan gets a full glimpse of what it was standing in front of him. 

White as a ghost he stood nearly seven foot tall , ripped above the bodybuilders Brendan had seen on TV he was clothed in a material that Brendan had never seen before , like a leather mixed with a precious gem it shined in the dim moonlight . His eyes wandered further up , to the face that burnt into his memory forever , banishing anything else that was there. 

A chiseled jawline like a statue of a Greek god was covered in a short stubble , cropped like a fresh lawn . His nose was crooked as if it had been broken previously in a fight , and the eyes , were completely mesmerising , blood red and as piercing as a hot rod of iron . The thing , whatever it was seemed to be looking right into Brendan's soul, gazing with the wisdom of a thousand years. He raised a claw tipped hand and rested the tip of one of the catlike blades on Brendan's throat just above his Adams apple . He frowned and opened his jaws filled with unnatural teeth , so white but so foreign like the dragons of old in the books he had read as a child , and then he spoke , a voice like a rock being dragged up a mountain and the words haunted Brendan from then on " I can't kill you " he said , frowning " I just can't , I need you for something , the cosmos command it so , I'll be back for you Brendan Wright , you may prove to be vital in my plan" , with those words he vanished , folding backwards until he was nothing but space . Brendan felt a searing pain in his back and scrabbled to remove all outer layers to see a star branded into his shoulder blade that glimmered like a diamond does when it rotates and hits the light at different angles . He decided he would never speak of this to anyone and he never did , picked up his coat , put it back on and walked home , to wait for his time .

He breaks from his memory stupor to pour himself a cup of coffee , black , no sugar . He then proceeds to clean up the kitchen from the night before , chilli con carne night , he flicks the leftovers into the gaping maw of the bin and piles the plates into the ever aging dishwasher , closing it and putting it on for a wash . He folds clothes and stacks them ready to be put away when he gets home for work and has the energy to put them in the right draws. His belly rumbles , satisfied with what its just eaten , and with that he grabs his car keys and starts out of the door , locking it behind him , looking into the red eye of the CCTV camera he had installed  for his own mental well being , with this reminding him of eyes he had seen once before he shook his head and climbed into his waiting car at the side of the road . In London parking was expensive , and it cost Brendan a fortune to keep his car parked outside his house , but he decided it was worth it if he ever needed to get to work quickly . He started the engine , got a full blast of cold air in the face as he waited for the heating to warm him through and pulled out onto the road , and began heading toward the city centre joining the snakes tail of London traffic. 

Once parked in the safety of the Metropolitan police car park , he stepped out of his motor vehicle and proceeded to venture to his office , smiling politely at everyone he knew by face or by name whilst hiding his hatred for them all , and he stepped into his sanctuary ,his office . He appreciated the simplicity of  the four white walls , adorned only with mandates and warrants he had yet to file  , or had filed and either someone else had done them or he had just forgotten about them . He also appreciates the simplicity of having a desk , a filing cabinet and nothing else , simplicity is key and boring is best for keeping a clear head and god knew he needed one with what was about to come. 

 He hears a knock at the door , this early , he thinks , must be important and so he stands and opens the door to see Brad Holmes , just one level below him , he was one of the only people on the force who Brendan trusted , but he still didn't like him . 

" Yes Brad ?" he asks , its either important , or its something stupid that didn't need to be said aloud if its Brad 

" Morning to you too Brendan , We've got a body , dropped last night , they want you to go over and analyse the crime scene , they think it may be linked to the Andy Carson case ". The Andy Carson case was particularly gruesome in Brendan's eyes , one body , beheaded and blood drained with a star painted in his blood on the wall , that had been the first sign to Brendan the beast from the graveyard was sending him a sign , which was more vivid than a simple email . Before he knew it , Brendan had his coat and keys in his hand ,

" Where ? lets go " he said closing the door behind him and following Holmes into the car park . 

The car ride was short , only fifteen minutes , until they pulled up to an industrial estate , "what are we doing here " Brendan asked . " Its in the office " Holmes replied . He lead the way to the office and opened the door ,exposing the scene on the other side , like a Saw movie copycat .