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 [i][b]Light crept over his eyelids, gently warming them and rousing him from his slumber.[/b][/i]
 


  Vilgil turned his head to the right and slowly opened his eyes, greeted by the sight of a warm glow that gently rose out of the distant sea, tinting the far end of a still starry sky with a vivid red that washed through the streets and over the million lights of somabra's skyscrapers - slowly flickering back to life.

  Still in a bit of a daze, he quietly watched the serene beacon of an airplane floating away, in the midst of all this, into distant lands just at the edge of the horizon, spurring in him in that moment, the urge to follow it. But as Vigil tried to stand his left side felt too numb to move, so he sat back down onto the cold, hard concrete and contentedly watched as the sunrise lit up the tunnel.
 




[i]How did I get here last night?[/i] He wondered as his eyes trailed the fleeing shadows in front of him, along the floor, and unto a severed hand. As the darkness receeded, What he saw next made his stomach turn.  
 


  ...Tangled in thick cords of wire, the corpse of a naked male lay sprawled across the tunnel, it's entire face was torn off from the neck up, leaving only the mashed remains of it's crushed skull, bits of brain, and a single eyeball still attached to it's stalk dangling out from the bloody cavern.

  Vigil retched when he felt a warm wet drop fall unto the back of his hand. Not because he was a squeamish person, no, Vigil was lomg hardened from seeing such things - but because as he touched the red liquid that smeared his neck he remembered doing it. He remembered sinking his jaws around the other werewolf's face to silence it while it cried for it's pack, he remembered the satisfying crunch of it's bones under his teeth, he remembered tugging and pulling till the sickening snap of it's tendons was heard ...And [i]he remembered not stopping there[/i].


  As Vigil stared at a mirror shard, convincing himself that he only ate an animal and nothing more, clinging tightly and desperately to his humanity, a name came to mind,

[b] "Ameilkas."[/b]
 
It was something that werewolf said during one of his taunts, before Vigil's trap sprung on him. It was hard making sense of things through the full moon but if he could recall a name even in all that rage, it was probably one worth remembering.