The moon was fat tonight, and shone brightly on the silver sands of Glitter Beach. During the day the now serene place would be bustling with life. Towels would blanket the sands. Umbrellas would block out the sun, and noise would interrupt the beauty of nature. However, at night that all melted away and it was this particular serene energy that drew the beach's sole inhabitant. A wolf sat on the silver sands, snout facing the voluptuous moon. "Awoooooo," the wolf howled. It was a happy howl for those who know such things, and was almost a call to the moon itself.
The wolf was fairly large for a standard grey, with red eyes that seemed to glow in the ambient darkness. The fur of the beast was a cross between grey and white that in the moonlight looked silver too. He seemed gentle, and yet also capable of ferociousness should the hunt demand it. However, the hunting was done for the night, and so instead... "Awooooooooo!" The beast leaped onto it's hind legs and plopped it's paws on the sands. The silver wolf was excited, and struggling to contain it.
Being a wolf had it's perks, but it wasn't all there was to know about this being. For starters, he was dead in a way and had to drink blood to survive. The wolf valued life and so he never took one if he could avoid it. Humans had been off the menu entirely for years, and the wolf took only what he needed from animals. All of this was to combat the wolf's inner beast. All beings like the wolf had one. It was the price for immortality. The wolf was actually a vampire, and his name was Flick. "Awooooooooo," Flick howled again. He planned to run along the beach and enjoy the beauty of the night, as soon as he was done howling of course.