The screams that echoed in the night didn’t belong to her design, for once. In fact, she was nowhere near the area in question. Not that she had any reason to run and hide -- all she had to do if cornered was act the part of the pretty, fair skinned, and blind damsel and smooth talk her way out. The siren had learned to evade and ensnare -- men were just as easy to seduce on land as they were at sea. Her prey of the evening was none other than a poor, simple man who'd fallen to her charm and gotten lost in those pitiful, dull eyes of hers. The dimly lit, she<i>assumed</i>, street and buildings dripping with condensation reminded her of the dark ocean caves she'd inhabited long ago. Now, she took comfort  knowing that land really wasn't so different from the dark, churning waters she'd once called home. Of course, the sea never smelled<i>this bad</i>.<br/><br/>"Please-- what do you<i>want</i>? I -- I'll do...!"<br/><br/>Those milky eyes of hers narrowed, and despite not seeing it, she<i>felt</i>him shiver.<br/><br/>"Oh,<i>darling</i>, I love it when you<i>panic</i>~"<br/><br/>The man's eyes widened as she inclined her head towards his neck; the sweet scent of his fear and energy radiating off of him like a beacon in the night to her desires. Lips parted, curling back to show off sharp canines and pearly whites -- he would be a<i>divine</i>meal... His panicked, heavy breathing only spurred her on.<br/><br/>“—Shh!”<br/><br/>Quickly, her fingers wrapped around his throat, pressing a delicate index finger over his lips to hush him as she listened.<br/><br/>Her ears picked up the television chatter from an open window— the massacre. Nine people dead. As if the city weren’t bad enough sometimes. Her fingers curled around the throat of the would-be victim and promptly, quickly, tilted his head. The butt of her pistol connected. Poor thing started to slump and she eased him to the ground, crumpled against the wall.  Considering she hadn’t taken any of his energy he’d be fine when he woke— save for the headache. With a sigh and a quick holster of her gun,<s>and only fumbling once</s>, Fiadh perked her ears to the rest of the noises in the city.<br/><br/>Things were starting to get interesting, it only piqued her curiosity on where the trail would lead her next. Flicking back a lock of silvery hair, she left the man in the street and headed about her business-- only<i>mildly</i>annoyed she'd not gotten a meal.