Night Owls

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.

His eyes slithered over her face, as his lips unconsciously, curved into a smirk. He reached into the long coat pocket and took out a writing pad, flipped through the pages, paused and therein laid the photograph.

All at once a blinding light coursed through the space. Jerry and the woman froze. And then a creature appeared, seemingly from the air itself.

The creature had a silver skin, as if light was emanating out of it. Both of them, petrified with shock, stood still as the creature let its eyes open.