Hungry.

It was to happen at some point. Ezra had to hunt, but it was dangerous, what if someone saw him.

The mixed scents of prey lingered in the air, it was late, most creatures had left to sleep for the night.

Esther's scent was stirred in as well, she had been here. No doubt she was looking for him. Ezra desperately wanted to see her again, and just sink seamlessly back into their old routine, however he could never leave the crew of the Ghost...especially not Sabine.

The Mandalorian and the Lothon had grown to love each other, despite his instincts forcing him to feed on her, and the loving interactions she delivered, mating season would be troublesome to get through.

Sabine was fully unaware of his biology...and the ways in which he desired her. Just for once, could ignorance remain bliss?

"You could turn her" Esther's blue eyes, ones that matched his own, glittered with playfulness.

She was getting better, she could read his thoughts with a professional ease now, even if he still smelt her coming.

"I've never done that, neither have you, I could kill her...and I don't want that" Seeking guidance from Esther of all people probably wasn't a desirable choice, but she was family and he was desperate.

"Can we talk about the fact that you haven't seen me in years and we're here talking about your doomed love-life?" Esther grinned "I for one want a hug"

There they were, the Bridger siblings, hugging under the stars like they did as children, when the nights were long and endless grass lands were crawling with troopers.

"Come on, I know a good spot in the complex, filled with late workers"

Ezra jumped to respond but the younger quickly "Don't try to lie to me, I know you're hungry"

Ezra rolled his eyes and followed her quickening pace. She broke into a run, sprinting into the city. The duo crashed into stalls, crates, street corners, everything imaginable in the market place.

Now bordering the deadly Imperial Complex, Ezra pulled Esther back by her shirt.

"You have to shut up now, there are bucket heads everywhere" Ezra whispered, almost hissing at the reckless girl.

Esther bucked her hips with a mock salute "Yessir" She giggled, bounding off uncaringly, her half bleached curls gently shifting in the light breeze.

Reluctantly Ezra followed her deep into the maze of weaponry and machines. He found her peering round a corner blocked by billowing steam emanating from the pipelines.

"Here see, late workers, they barely know what tools they're holding, let alone when they'll be attacked by Lothal's predator species." His sister glowed with pride on her find, waiting for a response from him.

"You failed to mention how many there were..." Ezra looked at the flocks of mindless slaves fixing up a tube he remembered breaking.

Her dainty fingers pricked at the back of her neck "Eh, there's usually not this many...but we have wit on our side" with those words her hand reached around the corner and her fingers twisted a dial on the panel just next to the pipe.

Gas squirted out, blinding the drones.

"One might just stumble away from the group...maybe..." A slick, sweet grin was painted on Esther's pretty face.

"Es...what happened?" Ezra looked his sister in the eye.

"I don't know what you mean" She avoided his eyes like they were the plague.

"You came to talk to me...you did something, what did you do?" He had known the girl for the entirety of her existence, she was hiding something.

"Maybe I'm making a game out of killing Imps and then feeding on them, maybe I almost killed the replacement guitarist, but the Empire don't know, it's OK"

Without words he pulled the report on the murders from his pocket, Ezra suspected that Esther wouldn't realise how much the Empire really knew about.

Esther finally met his gaze "They know what I am..." She crumpled herself onto the floor in a ball "They're even starting to guess that I'm your sister".

By this point Esther needed a few minutes for this all to sink in. Meanwhile Ezra chose the slam a wandering, dizzy engineer into the nearby wall, puncturing the young man's neck with his fangs.

Usually Ezra would have reservations about killing, but he was so hungry, he could care less. The scent of the blood numbed his human senses, waking his killer instincts. The tantalising red juice began to pour from the open wound.

Ezra hadn't felt so alive in a long time, he was sick of fruit and ration bars, the Lothon needed his natural sustenance. The wanton bloodlust took over his body, desire ravaged him, the cravings he had endured for so long subsided.

I've spent a lot of time thinking about where I want to go with this story and I do plan to finish it, this story is going to be part of a bigger series, and it might be a lot shorter than I planned, but the main purpose is to create and complete the main character arc for Esther, and start the ones for Ezra and Sabine, possibly start Tabs, and if I can, introduce Ashley and Brendon (future OCs, very important ones at that).

I plan to use Jake Borealis, just probably not in the way he was intended.