Playing the Vigilante(James)

Varod blinked.
"How in the name of a sixty watt light bulb did you do that?" he asked, mouth slightly opened. "So... Just dig in? I get whatever I want?"
His eyes roamed hungrily, and his mouth was watering slightly.

"Of course. I figure that you might need it. By the way, it's called Alchemy." James leaned back, and sighed.
"Public Service, eh?"
"He's young. He's free."
"And how is he so different from you?"
"He hasn't killed three men in a freak accident."
"And you call what you did an accident."
"Tsk, tsk. The whole picture is sooo different in sooo many ways."

Varod tackled the food ravenously. It was the best thing he had ever tasted.
When he was full, there was still some left, but he couldn't eat another bite, and fell backwards onto the roof.
"Thanks my man," he muttered. "I needed that."
He did a back flip and stood up.

"Sure thing. Stop by any time..." James Wake stepped towards the other edge of the roof, clapping his hands in a silent prayer, and making the feast, and it's remain sink back into the ceiling. The transmutation would've been instantaneous had James not been the transmuter. But he knew better. He could see, hear, and feel every particle within the circle transforming, become something else. The transformation was clean, and undetectable. Alchemy was a magic that was more science than emotion. It was about how the alchemist thought, not felt. Maybe that was why he was not as rash as most. Sometime in the future, he may need to call in a favor.
"Need anything else? I'm in a giving mood."

"Not exactly," Varod muttered, licking his lips-and poking his new fangs with his tongue, still unable to get over it.
"Where are you headed after this?" he asked, perching himself on the edge of the building, looking down into the alley where the man was just now being put in an ambulance.

"I'm just hanging around. Doing what I do. It allows you to get good practice, even if you can't really use your wand." James leaned back as he stood, stretching his back and looking at the stars. "Though... the moon does look good tonight. I wonder if anybody else is watching..."

"Heh, werewolf blood, I'd hazard a guess?" Varod asked him, glancing at the boy out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, look, they're FINALLY putting the jewelry back. Muggle law enforcement is so amazingly slow."

"Hey, hey, I'm surprised. They usually take months to piece everything back together." James ignored the boy's venturing guess, but watched the police place the Jewelry back. "Must be some kind of magical task force behind it. It takes months of legal notices and red tape before the police can even touch the jewelry. Maybe now the owner's might think about protecting the jewels. Sheesh, some muggles are amazing."

"Yeah, maybe I'm actually in the muggle newspaper now! They're gonna start calling me Batman or something... I dunno, I'd just laugh," Varod said, chuckling to himself. "I can see it now, 'Invisible Figure Tackles Theif In Midair,' priceless!"

"Sorry mate, but that isn't going to happen. The wizards keep a strict hold on any and all newspaper story. They'll keep out anything that can be easily recognized, so even if this case did end up in a newspaper, you wouldn't even know it. Still, it would be pretty embarassing to the thief." James looked down on the scene, his mood more somber that Varod's. He still smiled, but it was the calm smile.