The demon peered up the street at the humans now numbering four, the twins, a man and another woman. He listened. One of the twins was apologising for not having matches. The man responded in English, his voice thick with a British accent.Nykos snarled. Of all the places he had hunted, England had been the least to his liking. The food there was all so bland, he recalled.

He wrinkled his nose with distaste as he continued to watch the four chattering, blissfully unaware of how close they were to danger. The demon smiled again. If he attacked now, he would have more than enough meat to sate the hunger that gnawed at his gut and still have some to take back to his lair to snack on later.

Spurred to action by this thought, Nykos began to move stealthily up the cobblestoned street toward the small herd of prey. His heart raced as he quickened his pace and he felt his body begin to change. The claws at the end of each long finger began to extend, the hair on his back and arms stood on end and a thick digestive fluid pooled in the hollows of his mouth.

The demon was almost upon the four and could clearly see the details of their appearance. In the eyes of a human being, he imagined the twins would have been considered quite desirable, but to Nykos, the two were only food. It was the man and woman who intrigued him. There was an air about them, a scent that did not seem quite right. What was it that caused his primeval senses to suddenly sharpen?

The male ran a hand through his slicked back, white-blond hair and the demon's question was abruptly answered as he watched the man grip one of the twins at the shoulders. Both the man and his female changed suddenly, their faces growing monstrous, their teeth elongating.