You may have noticed I suck at summaries… So anyway, here it is! The sequel! I hope to see you all enjoy it and stick with me to the end ^^

It was late when twenty-something Ethan Miller left the restaurant through the rear staff door, stepping out of the uncomfortable heat of the kitchen and into the cool night air. The smell of frying food turned into the smell of grease and garbage, the clamour of clattering pans and hissing oil into the muted rush of late night traffic. He paused in the alley way as the door swung closed behind him, latched with a thud and a click, and rummaged in his rucksack a moment before pulling out his iPod and stuffing it into his hoodie pocket. He zipped up the front pouch of his bag, swung the rucksack up onto one shoulder and started walking, shivering as a gust of wind blew up the alley way, disturbing litter that had tumbled from the overfull dumpster further down, while untangling the wires of his iPod earphones.

As he left the gloomy alley for the humming orange glow of streetlights beyond he pushed the earphones into his ears and hit play on his iPod, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pocket and hunching his shoulders against the cold.

That day at work had been long and tiring, with the lunch time rush never seeming to end, blending seamlessly with the dinner time rush. He was exhausted and could think only of reaching his tiny apartment and falling into bed, sleeping until he had to get up the following day and repeat the tiresome grind once more. And all for minimum wage. Such was life.

He decided to cut through several back streets in the hope of halving the time it would take him to walk home. No one was about at this hour, he had no worries of being mugged or anything stupid like that. He was young, and strong. Invincible.

He entered an alley not ten minutes from his apartment. It was dark, lit midway by a streetlight that flickered on and off, the dim orange cone sputtering in the gloom like a strobe. But it was never really dark in the city, he could see well enough.

Ethan ploughed onwards, indifferent. He felt the skin at the back of his neck prickle, every hair on his body standing to attention in warning. Behind him came the clatter of metal on concrete. He halted and tugged on the wire of his earphones, pulling them free of his ears as he turned towards the sound. A dented soda can rattled over uneven ground towards him, most likely shunted along by the wind. Summer was long since over now, the wind held a hint of Winter's bite, gusted stronger, sharper.

He turned back the way he had been heading and prepared to put his earphones back into his ears when he heard a noise from ahead. The crunch of loose concrete underfoot. He felt eyes on him. But he was alone. …Right…?

He lowered the earphones, peering straight ahead, but the intermittent glare of the broken streetlight made it hard to penetrate the gloom at the far end of the alley. As the light blinked out, he thought he saw shadows move, edging towards him. The light snapped back on. Nothing.

"Who's there?" He demanded, voice much calmer and braver than he currently felt. His heart leaped into his throat at the answering hiss, like some kind of serpentine laughter. Something was definitely there.

Ethan abandoned masculine bravado in favour of running for his life. He turned on his heels and fled back the way he had come, towards the street. Just before he reached the pavement, something closed around his ankles and pulled hard. His feet left the ground and he fell face forwards, striking his jaw on the ground and seeing stars as he was dragged backwards by something with incredible strength. He twisted wildly, lashing backwards with his heels to try and free himself. Just as he took in a great lungful of air to scream for help he was thrown onto his back and a cold hand clamped down on his throat with monstrous strength, choking off the shout. He clawed desperately at the arm pinning him down, fingernails slipping over bare pale skin and the faded black ink of some tribal tattoo.

Further along the alley the light blinked on and Ethan froze.

Above him, stinking of filth and decay, loomed a man, grinning wildly and clearly mad.

And those eyes.

Those eyes weren't human.