Dr. Michael Morbius

In New York the full moon doesn't mean much against the constant glare of the street lights and the flashing neon that is so common in signs and in shop windows. I would prefer it to be darker, I can barely contain my hunger and the changing colours playing over the delicate flesh around me doesn't help. I need to get out of this crowd before I do something terrible.

In the back of my mind I can hear the bat talking to me, "You must drink and be strong, all around you are victims, choose one!" I must resist the hunger while the innocents surround me, I must find the guilty so I can feed. Ghost Rider made me swear to only feed on the blood of the city's predators or he would come back for me, so I must find my dinner and satisfy my hunger.

I can see a sweet young thing, so delicious to look at and I want her. I am not the only one who wants her, a group of thugs in basketball jerseys have started to follow her and she is starting to run. I follow them knowing where my meal will come from this evening. 

She has made a wrong turn and is now in great danger down a dark street, I am very excited as my feet leave the ground, I can almost taste the blood of the hoodlums...