Vampire-Style Rabbit Stew. Almost.

Fletcher flipped the throwing knife over and over in his hand, surveying the landscape around him through frosty green eyes, almost bored.
To be honest, the vampire had a great aim. Better than great, it was astonishing, even with his blind eye. He knew that, he wasn't one of those idiotic people who couldn't accept praise for anything they did - he despised that kind of person. People like that redheaded Warwick girl. His gaze intensified at the thought of her, and he nearly dropped the knife.

A snap.
Fletcher whipped around to face whatever or whoever had entered the area behind him, the element of boredom immediately leaving his features. Straw brown fur, long whiskers, beady black eyes. A rabbit.
Human food.
Sure, it was small. Just a meal or two, but it was still a meal. But this knife wouldn't do. Too heavy, made for long-distance kills. Silently, he slid the weapon back into its place in the double scabbard, his hand returning to the ready position with the lighter, short-distance knife, its silver blade gleaming in the moonlight.
Fletcher almost allowed himself a smirk. Ready, set, rabbit stew...
"Boy, your left eye sure looks creepy."
The rabbit wasted no time, and was gone before Fletcher could fully register the situation. The knife embedded itself in a tree root. October stepped out of the shadows, grinning. The vampire used the opportunity to show off an assortment of extra-colorful language he'd collected over the past century.
The fair-haired boy walked over to the knife and threw his hands in the air, in mock horror.
"Oh my God, you killed some dirt!"
Fletcher yanked the blade out of the teenager's hand, eyes flashing. "I had it! Are you trying to starve yourself along with everyone else? Because you certiantly can't afford to lose any weight, Pharrel!" he nearly snarled.
"Hey, it was only a rabbit. Besides, Alpine doesn't like it when cute little fluffies die." October's grin almost seemed stuck on his face, it appeared so often.
At the sound of the Warwick girl's name, Fletcher glanced around until his gaze reached the small girl that, for months, had never seemed to leave October's side. "Well, if she wants to eat, she'd better get used to it."
With a final glare, he set off to hunt somewhere else, but immediately realized it was useless when the two children followed him, October continuing to talk non-stop.