[ WP ] Killing another human now allows you to exchange your remaining lifespan the victim 's . Young people live in fear while the elderly plan their attacks .

The girl is running. She stumbles - Falls. Recovering, she places her back against a large obelisk and scans the surrounding graveyard. She is looking for her hunter. She is looking for me. 
 
 *Blink. * 
 
 They never run until it is too late. I am perched atop an aged stone mausoleum. I have hunted this graveyard for the past two hundred years. While most of my kind stick to the cities, I've found that this quite dead city provides me with all the time I need. 
 
 `` Where are you!'' She screams. It find it interesting that, as the human understanding of science increased, their fear of the unknown has all but dissipated. She is moving once more. And again, she cast her gaze around the graveyard looking for me. 
 
 *Blink. * 
 
 They come here as a jest. As successful as they are at removing the need for fear, they are still nostalgic for the emotion. They come here to feel it, all the while *knowing* in the back of the mind that that they are safe. For all their knowledge, they have forgotten just why fear is so important. 
 
 Early humanity was smart to fear the dark. It is a fear of the unknown. I fear of what is waiting. This fear keeps them vigilant, pushes them to learn, keeps them alive. They have lost this fear. I weep for their species even as I consume them. 
 
 She is leaving the shelter of the obelisk now, running right towards my mausoleum. 
 
 *Blink. * 
 
 She is below me. 
 
 *Blink. * 
 
 I am behind her now. 
 
 *Blink. * 
 
 I take her fear away. I am her Weeping Angel.
