He dropped nimbly to the ground his eyes were glowing a brilliant blood red, the crescent moon above illuminated his pale face and hands, the rest of his body was clothed, the black jeans, shirt and boots made him look completely disembodied, the only things that contradicted the supposed disembodiment were the silver chains hanging from his belt and the studs and zippers across his asylum styled jacket. He opened his mouth and mutter the words "Ich verteidige meinen Seelen-Zwilling."
With that he began to walk forward, so slowly and deliberately that his feet made a regular rythm on the icy grass, the cold had fallen suddenly that night, not that people inside had noticed.
He paused at the door of the white house, it was a fairly unrecognisable house, very normal looking. The figure cocked his head to one side and listened, he could hear shouting and swearing. And crying, a girl crying.
He knew who was crying and he had promised himself he'd never let her be hurt again.
His mouth opened in a snarl, his canies teeth were enlongated and resembled fangs more than teeth, he touched the door handle and twisted. It was locked. He clenched his left fist and punched through the oak door, twisting his arm to unlock the door from the inside. He pushed the door open quietly and proceeded up the steps towards the source of the noise. The yelling was still going on, the figures steps were deliberate and slow, his ascenscion was slow but graceful. He walked along the hall before stopping outside a door, he turned on his heel and sighed, fog began spewing from his mouth, with every wisp that flowed out he became less material until he was no longer there and his ghostly after image faded away. The fog rolled under the door and into the room. It banked itself in a dark corner and began rebuilding the figure. The two inhabitants hadn't noticed. The antagonist, a young brown haired male was still yelling, back turned to the black haired figure in the corner. The blonde girl sitting on the began had her head buried in her hands and was crying too much to see.
The figure spoke so quietly that the male didn't hear, "Ich verteidige meinen Seelen-Zwilling."
The girl heard, she looked up quickly rubbing the tears from her eyes. The figure stepped forward and grabbed the male by the back of the shirt, he yanked him backwards and threw him out the window. Glass shattered and the male yelped, the figure walked up to the window and stepped out, he waked in the air for a moment until he was standing above yet infront of the male, he dropped to the ground, bending his knees so he formed a low shape on the grass.
The male had picked himself up, thanking his lucky stars he had not broken bones.
"Ich verteidige meinen Seelen-Zwilling." the figure repeated again.
"What drugs are you on man, and who the hell are you?" the male asked throwing off his denim jacket.
The figure said nothing but clenched his fists, knuckles cracking.
"So you want to go then eh? She's my girl and nobody's taking her away from me!"
The figure spoke in english, his voice icier than liquid nitrogen and sharper than a dagger, "Do not speak of her as if she were a prize."
The male threw a punch but the figure simply stepped sideways with such speed and precision that the punch missed by less than a millimetre, the return from the figure was much faster and more precise than could have been accomplished by a human, the knuckles of the figure's left fist collided with the male's temple and the male crumpled to the ground unconscious.
"Kyle!" the girl said racing out the front door, she stopped abruptly as she saw the gothic figure stoop low over his prey, "Kyle stop!" she said again, speaking as loudly as she dared. The figure stopped, barely controlling his hunger, He straightened after a pause and stepped backwards away from the sleeping body.
"Michael does not deserve you Jessica." the figure, Kyle, said quietly.
Jessica wrapped her arms around him, "I didn't think you'd come." she said suddenly crying into his shoulder.
"If you call me I will come, I protect my sister. Ich verteidige meinen Seelen-Zwilling."
Jessica said nothing but simply held him tightly. Kyle, unsure what to do, wrapped his arms around her too.
"Kyle, what are you?" She asked stepping backwards.
Kyle's glowing eyes dimmed slightly and he released her, turning his back on her, "I am a freak of nature, an invalid, something that does not deserve to live and does not deserve to be near a girl like you.
"But you're like my brother Kyle, we've known each other since we were little. You're not a freak."
Kyle spun around and bared his teeth, "Does a normal person have glowing eyes and fangs?" he asked angrily, but Jessica could see the tears of fear and self-hatred in his eyes.
"Not a normal person, no, but a guardian angel certainly can." She smiled at him and opened her arms waiting for an embrace.
Kyle shook his head and smirked, he stepped forward and hugged her, "You're too good for me to be associated with Jessica." he sighed.
"No, its the other way around." She kissed him on the cheek, "Brother."
"Vampire." Kyle said, finally answering her original question, "I am a vampire."
Jessica nodded, "I figured as much Kyle, it doesn't matter."
"I am a damned being, a killer,a murderer." Kyle said slowly, "It does matter."
"No, you're a good guy." Jessica held his hand and led him back inside, "Only a good guy defends." she winked, she could speak German, Kyle shook his head, she was full of surprises, even after knowing her for seventeen years.
"What about Michael?" Kyle asked as they stepped over the threshold and began down the hall towards the living room.
"He'll wake up when the sprinklers come on." Jessica said vindictively.
Kyle turned to Jessica and smiled, "You my sister, are the only reason I continue with this damned life. As long as my unbeating heart remains in my body I shall protect you."
Her reply was simply a tighten in her grip on his hand.