[Honor]

The man sat on lazily on the wooden bench beneath him, his eyes were closed and his head was tilted back so his face looked toward the sky. He was awake, and perfectly aware of his surroundings. He knew a street light stood above him, shining a dim light onto his face. He also knew it wasn't quite necessary since it wasn't dark enough to be considered late. He knew that as it got later fewer and fewer people walked by, anxious to be inside their homes before dark. His senses, heightened by years of training and special supplements given to him allowed him to practically sense their nervousness at the setting sun. They had good reason to fear. At night these street were haunted by the most vicious animal of all. Vampires.

Opening his eyes the man looked around. Despite the late hour he was awaiting the arrival of his best friend. He eyes scanned the crowd, sure he'd see her the moment she gotten anywhere within his sight range. He brushed hair from his face and squinted into the light of the street lamp. Blasted thing, his night vision was better than most so at this time of day it was more of a hindrance than a help.