The breeze ruffles his hair, breathing chill against his self-inflicted wounds.

Blood glows briefly as the halogen strobes from the airport ignite, then die away.

He cannot say what exactly draws him here, nor what it is he expects to find.

But it soothes him, this concrete apparition of motion, haloed by its blue taxiway lights.

Soon even those will vanish; the city hardly demands an aiport open twenty four hours.

And then, welcome Darkness.

Embrace the Night.

He has no other recourse, nowhere else to turn.

He has gone to the spirit lake, watched the breath of Nyx stir the waters, beheld the awful abyss, and felt it gaze into him.

So an uneasy peace rules his mind, now shared with a monster he has only begun to realize as himself.

So many mistakes.

He shivers momentarily. Never again.

His hand flexes, and the wounds on his arm bite, oozing anew.

He watches them impassionately, judging his handiwork.

The pain seeps into him, centering his mind.

Lights flicker across his face as the strobes blaze to life again.

Standing, he brushes himself off.

The energies here have filled him, sated the wanderlust in his mind for the time being.

There will be time, he swears.

Never again will anyone get so close.

He does not look back as he climbs into the car and starts the engine.

Downtown calls. He has waited here long enough.