The Rabisu's nervous eyes darted from corner to corner, tiny, black, bloodshot. It had to get out of this cursed place. It [i]needed[/i] to get out. That person- no, that monster, she would kill it! Like she had already done with the rest of it's clan... That remorseless ambush, that person... It wouldn't become like the other idiots, who rushed in and died immediately. No, this one, this one was smart! This one would leave, run away, find new territory, a different land... One where that monster with hair like flames wouldn't look for it.

But it was weak, hurt, pain... The poison from the last night had taken a toll. Too weak to fly, too weak to run... Blood... It needed fresh blood! To get strong, strong enough to run! Not just human blood, but Yokai blood! One Yokai would be enough to restore it. It would have cannabilized the corpses of its kin, but the poison... The poison in that place was too strong, bodies, they were tainted. From the bad blood of the hunter. 

Now, it buried it's head deep in it's arms, it's nostrils taking in the scents around it. Humans, humans, too many humans... Daytime was not good for Yokai, made them weak, made them hard to track. They were hiding, hiding in dark places, safe places, places this one could not reach. It was trapped, hidden from sight in this alley. It needed to try harder to find prey, to lure them inside.
It crawled up the walls, its ears spread wide, listening, nose smelling, teeth gnashing, mouth drooling. Too many scents, too much weak prey. It was just about to give up when a familiar scent wafted into its nostrils. Demons! It sniffed the air heavily, recognizing the odor. No, better! Half-Demons! Yes, yes, good! Weaker than full bloods, stronger than humans! Easy prey, easy prey!

It opened up its mouth of needle-like teeth, taking in a deep breath. And then it screamed. Not with the animalistic scream one would expect, no. It used the high-pitched scream of a young girl it had feasted on the moon before, blood-curdling and full of terror. Then, it slunk back up into the rafter's shadows, waiting for someone to come. They would come. Half-yokai had demon's blood, but human hearts, weak and stupid. They would come to help the weaker, and then, they would die, killed by the strong. And it would be strong. It needed to be.