Do you smell that?
The hint of death in the air
The passing of a black cat
The monster emerging from his lair
The sound of his claws scraping the ground
His Hearts pumping electric  blue blood
He hears the most finite sound
A body makes a thud
The beggars blood pours out onto the street
He retracts his fangs
And listens to his hearts beat
Over the monotonous beating he hears a pang
He leaps into action
Charging full speed
There is no reaction
only the assurance that something will bleed
The monster is filled with hot lead
The guard shakily holds the smoking gun
The monster is dead instead
Now that guard only goes out in the sun