The smile he gave her made Izzy’s blood run cold. She glanced behind him, at the trail of blood shimmering in the soft light of her flashlight, the beam unhindered by the man’s form. How had she not noticed his lack of shadow before?
	Her attention turned in full back to him as he spoke. Even expecting it, Izzy gawked at him. She let her phone fall back to the ground and ran a hand through the portion of her hair that hung loose around her face. She was staring at a real, flesh-and-blood vampire. Or, what was left of him, anyway.
	A new thought struck her. Vampires were supposed to be one of the strongest, fastest creatures, right? But something had torn this one limb-from-limb, which meant there was still something else out there, something that could still be lurking in the shadows. Izzy’s heart skipped a couple beats and she looked suddenly toward the darkness pooling around the protective barrier of her flashlight. From the stories she had read, werewolves were the mortal enemies of vampires. Could one of them be out there somewhere? 
	“What... what [i]happened[/i] to you?" She looked back to him. "What did this?"