LEAP
The night wind was cold and biting, whipping the gray hoodie and loose khaki cargo pants. Streetlights and old neon signs added to the light pollution blocking out thousands of the stars that would have gleamed overhead, and lit the planes of the dhampir's face from below. His eyes, usually hiding behind black shades, gleamed eerie amber as he gazed down the building to the empty alley below. A dumpster, some trashcans, a fire escape and brick walls was a rather dismal picture, and not one to quell the nervous trembling.
But the demon eyes took one last fleeting look to the edge behind him, brow pinched in doubt and a grimace betraying his resolve. Before he turned back, and stepped up on the raised edge of the building. He held his hands up to steady his balance against the wind. It was time to trust instincts. Close his eyes. And-
