008, inside an old abandoned house
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 in the light of a nearby candle, who's flame ate away at the remaining rose scented wax. The claws danced rhythmically against a flat wooden board which was carved into the likeliness of a piano's keyboard.
Through the small speaker system of an iPad stolen off the body of one of his fledgling's past victims, classical piano music played softly. Filling the musty air of the abandoned home with a sweetness it had not seen in years.
An equally grubby looking creature hunched over this keyboard, rocking back and forth in a rhythm that kept in time with his finger movements. His slick blond hair was damp and slightly greasy, and he wore an old fashioned black robe with golden embellishments woven into the fabric.
He was a moonlight monster, this creature, this guilt ridden thing who played the wooden board like a functioning instrument.
The sudden sound of a floorboard creaking caused him to stop his playing. A delayed and slightly startled glance over his shoulder. Golden curls heavy with neglect dangled off his shoulder.
A mortal, a woman, seemingly stood in his living room doorway out of no where and he did not hear her coming. He was far too lost in the soothing, therapeutic song.
“What is it?” He asked sternly with a hint of caution to his thick, velvety voice. He spoke to her as if she had been a roommate of his, bothering him on his personal downtime.