Things that go bump in the night

KRISTOPHER we never see other people anyway, only the monsters we make of them    His eyes slithered over the willowy girl, a cunning smirk worn over his lips, more for show than at all genuine. It was a rare time that he showed anything remotely genuine to any of the lesser creatures. He saved his true self for those he deemed worthy, not that there were many these days. A pity…    Kristopher narrowed his eyes as Maea took a step back from him. Of course it didn’t bother him in the least, though it did amuse him. She felt uncomfortable, perhaps unnerved near him. If it was the latter, she was smart.    Just for the hells of it, he took half a step towards her, blocking her way past him. He stood there in front of her for a moment with only the dangerous grin as an explanation. Then, he stepped aside, offering his arm for her to take as though he was escorting her. “Allow me,” he whispered, practically daring her to decline.    If she took his arm, he would move with easy and completely comfortable steps under the darkness. Regardless, he wouldn’t be letting her go off alone. “Your people don’t appreciate the night as they should, my dear. For under the veil of darkness, one’s true self may be revealed. Never has that been so in the daylight.” so who is the real monster; the looker, or the judged?