Collin hummed a soft familiar tune in his head as he adjusted his black leather jacket before picking up the menu in front of him and scanning it quickly. The smell of coffee and food waft his nose, raising the awareness of his hunger rolling around in his belly, as it stayed trapped inside the small compacted diner. Toying with his bottom lip, Collin shifted his leg, croasing one leg over the other, his appetite growing stronger but for something else entirely. With eyes straying from the laminated menu, it immediately found its way to his newest target, darkening.

Anger that Collin thought he had under control flared to life as he felt his grip tightening around the hard plastic, digging into his skin. He gritted his mouth shut, keeping some composure as he glared vehemently at the man who didn’t even know his time was numbered. Collin’s fingers twitched in anticipation and impatience, the impending bloodlust tampering with his rationality. He wanted nothing more that to pull the knife out of his pocket and kill the monster right now in front of everyone. He didn’t care who saw. Just he sight of the man’s blood being splattered all over the counter made Collin want to shiver in excitement.

But now wasn’t the time.

Instead, Collin briefly let his eyes flutter close before taking a deep breath as rush of calmness filled his system, his grip loosening and his face returning back into a blank mask. He needed a level head because what he was killing wasn’t ordinary; it wasn’t human. Falling back into reality, Collin watched the older man chuckle, flirting with the young waitress and tugging a bit more than friendly at her skirt as she tried desperately to get away without aggravating him.

In all honesty, Collin didn’t know much about the man, not even bothering to remember his name. Though it wasn’t needed this time and the man was soon to be just another notch to be added to his belt, only to be remembered as three hundred. The guy being what he was, was enough to have the blood in Collin’s body boiling. The man didn’t deserve another breath of air. It was wasted on him and his kind.

Because all his kind ever did was take and destroy. 

The waitress somehow managed to slip away from the grabby man, having him grumble something most likely distasteful under his breath and scarfing down his neglected meal once more. During this time, Collin took this chance to study his next victim intensely. 

Collin did a brief research on the guy but there wasn't much to go by. In the order of hierarchy, the man barely even made the list. He was practically trash in his department and would be, if not for his flimsy title. But his crimes were just as long as anyone from his kind, perhaps even longer. It was the trash he had to look out fo. Sometimes Collin didn't even know why he bothered seeing if those creatures were guilty. There was no such thing as an innocent alpha.

Collin shifted in his seat, getting a look at the monster. No doubt the man was muscular and tall with a large frame. That was expected; Collin expected nothing less. Collin was much more worried about underestimating what type of skill he might possess. Most of the man’s kind Collin encountered only relied on their beast.

Collin felt his body stiffen, a memory managing to slip its way to his consciousness. His hand left the menu, consciously touching the right side of his neck, feeling the scabbing scar of claw marks. Thinking back made Collin shiver down to his spine, the pain he felt back then fresh in his mind. Recently he made a mistake that almost cost him his life. It was bad, really bad. Collin never expected the animal to be so cunning and talented with chains.

It would’ve ended with him dead if someone didn’t save his life. Collin never got to see who it was but he was forever grateful and in debt to that person. It was a lessoned well learned, one teaching that he neglected to actually pay attention to when his teacher was alive. After that day, Collin vowed never to be so reckless again and this scar served as a reminder of that promise.

Sensing his prey movement, Collin’s eyes snapped back to the man, managing fighting a grin that wanted to curl on his lips as the man chucked a twenty on the table. The man jerked his coat from behind his chair, not forgetting to smack the waitress bottom, before heading out the door. ‘Ten seconds,’ Collin reminded himself, counting backwards and forcing himself not to jitter in his seat.

Three…two…one.

Casually standing up, Collin placed the menu down before turning to exit the same way the man did. Immediately, Collin was hit with the warm crisp night summer air, a complete paradox of the air-conditioned diner. The night was young, barely past nine, the moon a waning gibbous with hardly any people out. Stepping out into the parking lot, Collin easily spotted his target getting into a car.

Making the first move, Collin loosened his jacket, remembering to keep his scar covered. It instantly revealed what was underneath: fishnet shirt and pants that stuck to him like an extra layer of skin. Collin was attractive and he knew it, always remembering to use it to his advantage. It also helped that the man’s kind was pansexual, unable to resist temptation no matter how dangerous it was.

As if a vixen, Collin gracefully moved towards his target, a tempting smile curling on his face. His hips swayed just enough to hypnotize anyone who looked his way. In no time Collin’s target noticed him. The man’s body tensed, slowly turning Collin’s way, his eyes darkening, making it easy to see the lust overriding his thoughts.

“Is there something you need?” the man asked, wasting no time rummaging his eyes over Collin, not bothering to be discreet. Collin resisted the urge to snicker as he ran his tongue tauntingly slow over his bottom lip, enjoying the reaction he sprung from the man. This was too easy, almost like taking candy away from a baby.

“Taxi,” Collin began, shifting his weight to his other foot. “Do you know any good taxi services? I’ve been here for what seems like hours waiting for one.” For extra measures, Collin poked out his bottom lip, running his fingers through his own black hair.

“Taxi?” the man raised a brow, the leer on his face almost doubling. “Taxi’s don’t run out here in these parts.” Collin’s target drew closer to him, just as he predicted. The man’s hands found its way on Collin’s body, drawing Collin closer to him, his lips ghosting Collin’s neck. “It’s dangerous out here, so they say.”

Collin pulled back just enough to connect with his eyes, a mischievous smirk playing its way onto Collin’s lips. “I don’t mind a little danger.” Leaning closer, making sure keep bodily contact against him and watching his eyes darkening even more, Collin blew his breath on his target’s neck. “In fact, I enjoy it.”

A switch seemed to flip in the man’s eyes as a feral growl escaped his lips. His hands grabbed Collin roughly, slamming Collin painfully to his car. Before Collin could retaliate, lips descended against his as the man’s hips grounded itself into his own, eliciting a moan from his crushed lips. But it easily became lost in the man’s mouth as his hands pulled at his target’s hair rather sexually. 

Wandering hands traveled further down Collin’s body, tugging harshly at his pants and almost succeeding at ripping them off. Deciding this was enough, Collin grabbed the man’s hand, pausing the target’s action and was immediately hit with a growl. “I’m not a parking lot kind of guy,” Collin instantly replied, his voice firm.

The target stared at Collin for a moment before retching his hand away. He grunted but complied, moving away from Collin. “Fine, get in then. We’’ll go to my place.”

No, that was a bad idea. It would be harder to get away if they went there. In fact, he might get caught before he could complete his job. Not to mention the countless others Collin would have to deal with. He always tried to kill with as little to none casualties.

“Wait.” Before the man could get a distance away, Collin grabbed his arm. The target looked back at him with an odd look rising in his eyes. “How about something a little closer?”

“The only thing close to here for miles on is woods.”

“That’s fine by me,” Collin voice, sauntering closer to the man. His hands ran up and down the man’s clothed chest, nibbling seductively on his bottom lip. “I can’t wait that long.”

The man chuckled, not wasting any opportunity to grab onto Collin, more specifically, his rear end. “So you’re not a parking lot kind of guy but you’re a woods guy?”

“What can I say, I’m a performer but I don’t like to put on a show in front of a crowd. I’m quite shy in front of others.” Collin latched his arm around his neck, pulling him closer for a quick kiss before gradually pulling away, drawing a groan from the man, the growing hunger lurking in his orbs.

“I really doubt that.”

It wasn’t long before Collin drew the man away from any witnesses and into the trees. They didn’t go far before Collin was immediately pressed into the nearest tree, with fingers already trying to tug his pants down again. Parting his legs wider, Collin participated by grinding his hips more into the stranger’s with lips attached to his neck, biting down not too hard.

The stranger cried out in ecstasy, throwing his head back as his grip on Collin tightened, making Collin wince in pain. Collin bore with it a little longer, unlatching himself from his neck, the man’s grip loosening. It was a close one. He couldn’t forget how strong they were or push his target too far unless he wanted to end up with broken bones. It was time to end this.

As his target fought with his pants again, Collin sneakily went into his own pocket, drawing out metal that gleamed in the moonlight. His hand tightened around the object, bringing it closer to the man’s neck. But before he could strike, the man was away from him in an instant, disappearing into the wind. Collin fell to his feet, poised in a stance with his eyes narrowing down hard. Quickly he scanned the area with the man nowhere to be found.

He noticed.

“I was beginning to wonder when it would be my turn to play with the alpha hunter.” Collin stiffened at the voice, tightening his stance, his ears straining for any indication for where his target might be hiding. There was no time for another mistake. “I just never expected him to be, such a catch.”

The wind rustled with Collin dodging just in time to evade claws aiming for him. Instinctively, Collin swung his hand with the weapon, nipping his targets shoulder. The target cried out, stumbling a few feet away, grasping his wounded shoulder with eyes glaring back at Collin filled with fury.

“I was beginning to wonder when you would notice,” Collin smirked. “It’s no fun killing an alpha wolf when they don’t fight back.”

The man growled, showing his true nature. Slowly his natural eye color shifted red as claws elongated from his fingertips before he launched forward. “Funny, I was going to say the same thing.”

Claws clashed against Collin’s hunting blade, as he held the beast back. He huffed, straining his muscles against its beastly strength. No matter how hard Collin trained, he would never be able to hold his own against them for long. Pushing the blade upward in a certain angle, claws lunged towards the opening. Collin smirked. He fell for it.

With speed on his side, Collin immediately thrust his blade at the werewolf’s heart. Claws stopped midair before falling limply to its sides as the silver induced blade slide into its skin, allowing Collin to watch the alpha’s eyes widen while the life drained away from them. The beast coughed, blood spluttering past his lips, some drops landing on Collin’s face, but Collin didn’t pay it any mind. Instead, Collin shoved the blade harder into the beast chest, enjoying the cries of pain he howled.

“Y-You…,” the beast wheezed out, his hands shaking violently at his side. He managed to raise his hands a few inches before it gave out, returning once more at his sides. Collin waited, watching the alpha jerk a few more times until he grew still before removing the blade from his chest. The bloodstained blade slid out easily, the alpha’s body dropping simultaneously.

“Three hundred,” Collin whispered softly as the dead body hit the ground.