The moon had brought a dark chill over the small desert town. It was funny how night could change a climate so drastically. The hot sand became a only slightly warm, soothing, spot to sit near the beginning of the night, but it slowly faded as icy as the night air. It was common knowledge that you didn't want to be outside at night, especially since the recent disappearances.

It was also common knowledge that there was a rave club held at an abandoned building near the outskirts of town. The building was far into the desert, safe from any police interference and always open all night. In this place, teens would take their illegally bought alcohol and stolen pills, and get so wasted that it was hard to decipher what was a good idea. This was perfect.

A building full of blond bimbos, drunk off their asses, all looking to defile themselves with whatever walked by them, and away from the danger of being discover by mortal authorities-That was paradise for any hunter-type demon,especially a sand demon like Saravnah Megaki. Moisture from a human source was key to his survival, and getting drunk meant drinking, and drinking meant they would be hydrated.

He blended in quite well with the teenagers, being a young demon himself. He had dark, flawless skin and snowy white hair. The contrast made his beautiful blue eyes all the more amazing. He was a shoe-in to get a stupid teen to fall for his wicked plans. As long as he hid his wings and fangs, the only giveaway was his long, pointed ears.

He walked up towards the rusty door, the colored lights and thumping music creeping out along the chipping paint job. He reached out a hand as the claws quickly vanished and pulled open the door.

He'd taken great care in his human disguise. The clothes blended in perfectly as he entered the messed of blinding light and music. His ears twitched. Mortals played such horrid songs, but this was the safest hunting ground in the area, and he wasn't going to complain.

He walked through the crowd of drunken dancers skillfully. Not a one ran into his slowly stalking form. He moved onward until he reached a table full of clearly drunken young ladies in very trashy clothing. He leaned over the table with a wily smirk on his face. "Excuse me, Ladies. I thought you were pretty from across the room" He said in a smooth calming tone. The girls looked disgusted, but he continued. " Now I can tell that you're all gorgeous." The girls giggled stupidly, and his grin grew.