Posted at the BPB - Apr 02, 2002, 7:32 PM

He waits in the blackness that is night...lurking like a beast in the shadows. His lurking is not cowardly...for he is a black lion, a king of the night, ruling in the moons gleam. He steps into the silvey light gingerly, his shoulders bent and his head tilted as he sniffs cautiously. His dramatic coat hangs around his ankles, elegant black pants and shiney shoes. His dark eyebrows low on his long lashes and penetrating eyes. He raises one huge hand and rubs his chin thoughtfully as he moves stealthly down the alley. A scream cuts through the velvet sky and shimmering stars. He turns and vanishes instantly into the shadows, his huge coat billowing behind him. Its hollow swish is the only thing left behind of the dark beauty of this vampire named Angel.