Hunter

There was the sound of laughter that echoed throughout the night. It pierced through his ears, made his face twitch with uncertainty. Was he ready for this?
He shook his head, running his long fingers through his hair and over his face. His already pale skin was accented with swirling tattoo's like runes that made his skin almost blend into the night.
There was the scent of lime and lavender, a strange smell to say the least, and he knew it was the signal.
With grace no one but himself and his line of blood could contain he sprung from the tree branches to the ground just from the patio where the loud party continued to go on. Oblivious to the danger lurking not five feet from them.
He took another breath and looked up at the coldly twinkling skies above him. The moon was full tonight, casting shadows and containing his collegues who looked on with sober and serious expression. None of them liked to do it, but for the sake of the world around them, some things had to be done.
He made signals with his hands to those who lurked in the shadows and they moved closer. Though it was rare, there was an occasion weakling that made an escape and those that did never reached help.
Something hissed through the air just an inch from his left ear and he jerked back and dropped, making sure that he wasn't hit.
This was his warning.
The party light still glinted in the air. They threw more light than shadows and he caught a glimpse of a new one cringe back from the light. He didn't have the protective gear that the elders did and therefore his skin burned with light and the happiness and obliviousness of the weakling humans.
He opened the front door, closing it quickly behind him and stalking through the shadows until he got to the main room. With more hand signals, the air crackled around him, causing some hair to stand on end.
Only then did the humans notice something was not quite right.
A few furgitive looks were cast around, searching for the cause of the disturbance. But they were blind to everything around them, and their gazes raked blindly over him.
A blue light, visable to only him, appeared in the static air. It grew and grew until it was so enlarged it encompassed the whole room.
With a single twitch of his fingers, the room imploded, not even leaving time for screams.
He cringed from the debris that flew and then let himself heave a sigh.
But, just as he was leaving, there was a tiny whimper from the top of the stairs.
His head shot to the staircase to see a tiny girl with a worn teddy bear clutched in her arms.
Her eyes were wide with fear and latched on him.
How could this girl see him? It was impossible and had not happened in 200 years.
"Take me with you." she said as he moved toward the door. He hesitated. Should he? The clan leaders would kill him if he did, but many others would be angry that he had let himself be seen and had not taken the child with him.
With another heavy sigh he turned and grabbed the girl from the stairs, bringing her with him. She stiffened, but relaxed and clutched to him with dear life when he saw the eyes that peered out of the night.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Laney. What's your name?" she asked.
He was startled. He hadn't had a name in forty years and he struggled to remember.
"Liam. Liam Contoct."