"No. They were careless with the candles in the darkness. It will be a wonder if the fire doesn't spread." It won't. He'll see to that. They don't know who lives in the other houses. Simply being native to this place isn't enough to earn his ire.

"Come. I'll show you another gift of my blood." He stands and steps over the bodies to vacate the premises. He walks a good distance from the house, concealing himself deep in tree shadow before calling up the flames from the still burning candles, hotter and brighter than anything natural. In minutes, the house is a spiraling inferno of white hot destruction.

At the wail of sirens in the distance, he says, "That's our cue to head home. Good hunt. We'll do this again sometime soon."