[@Rusalka][@jeroukoo]

Away from the streetlight, the thick veil of black gave way to clear, blue-tinged supernatural vision. Like nocturnal creatures who only knew the night, there was no darkness to vampires. This was their day, the period of the planet's rotation that knew not the burning ultraviolet rays, the heat, and dehydration. Sunlight was harsh on delicate lifeforms, requiring pigment, camouflage, and specialized eyes that could compensate for such intensity. The night sky always displayed an array of beautiful stars, a brilliant white moon that changed phases, and a variety of cloud types and shapes... some shimmering a silver light across their tops as they passed under the full white disk.

It would take a solid, steel set, or complete lunacy, to face a werewolf on a night like this. They'd be at their most powerful, which is why Mithias hoped to see one braving the lands near the city. He knelt down on a hill overlooking a valley, listening to the night itself. It was very peaceful. One could almost forget who and what they were out here. It was lovely. 

The chirps quieted some distance to his right, and Mithias inclined his head. The flicker of a flashlight was visible, and he spotted two figures wading through the grass and brush in his direction.  ... A flashlight? Must have been humans. Even still, they might be up to something interesting. Most 'normal' people don't come out at 3am. Mithias considered moving, but to do so might have given away his position. The katydid in the tree behind him was intensely proclaiming his love... oh, he went silent. 

Mithias stood up as the two girls approached. Normal humans would not yet have spotted him, and so he planned to move out of their way in stealth. Then he became aware of what they were, cold creatures, no heartbeats, unearthly grace.... a random two vampires. He stopped and let them get closer. Surely they were more of the vampire youth that he tended to encounter these days. Were they part of Mrs Woodson's coven? He wondered. Immortals in general were very interesting. Their long lives were in many ways even more valuable than the short term of a mortal's life. Mithias had no intention of wiping out his own race.

"Up to no good, no doubt." He said as they go close enough to realize he was there, letting himself get hit with the flashlight.