<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;">There was something about the woman he simply couldn't resist. After the things he had to put her through in the past couple hours, there she stood - beauty, grace, patience and elegance combined with deadly strength. For her, he steeled himself to do something he hasn't done in ages, something dangerous, and something that could cost him the freedom he fought for over the last two hundred years. <br/><br/>He followed her with curious eyes, as the woman walked down the street scouting her prey, his meal.  She seemed to have found a wandering, drunk soul and at this point, it did not really matter who he was going to feed from, as long as he didn't have to shove raisins up his nose while doing it. He detested filthy, dirty smelling mortals. That's a stinky truth. Solas walked around the apartment, scanning everything his eyes happened to fixate, looking for anything that could tell him more about the female. His curiosity led him to the adjoining room. He hesitated to step inside and then gave in to his instincts. <br/><br/>Rubbing hands over each other, he moved silently toward the child's bed and sat on its edge. <span style="font-style: italic">''What have I done to you, child?''</span> An ancient tone of voice, yet an indistinct sound came out of his throat. He stared at the sleeping child in bewilderment, until he could feel the presence of his partner in crime approaching.<br/><br/> <span style="font-weight: bold">"room service!"</span><br/><br/>That sarcastic sense of humour. He laughed to himself as he approached the door; two hands tucked inside his back pockets. He pulled out his left, and raised it toward the door then turned the knob . The man was quite impressed by the female's hunting skill. She sure had her own ways of doing it. <span style="font-style: italic">''It's a pleasure doing business with you''</span> A sly smile formed on his face as he looked at Millicent. His piercing gaze was somewhat intimidating as he gestured to the mortal to follow him, a look of mock disgust on his face. <br/><br/>As they sat in the couch, Solas was now too close he could smell the two days old remnants of her perfume and whiskey. His appetite was voracious, but for some reason he was hesitant to approach the woman. He had to give in, he had no other choice. Fingers ran over the woman's cheeks, over her neck, slowly making their way over her shoulders and back again to her face; pushing her locks away from her neck as his other hand sneaked its way slooowly behind the back of her head. He then grabbed the woman by the neck, pulling her gently to him. She was hypnotized already. Millicent must have taken care of it, and in a few, she wouldn't be remembering anything. <br/><br/>How he despised this moment. <br/><br/>Eyes beheld Millicent's face as his lips brushed against the prey's flesh. Sharp fangs now grazed over sensitive skin, breaking it, and then he felt life being drawn into his body and soul. He was suddenly looking at the world through reality-colored glasses. The taste too addicting to resist, the smell intoxicating. The man knew he had to stop before the heart stopped beating. He pushed the woman away from him and sighed; her unconscious form fell back onto the couch. Solas, sat back with his eyes wide as he raised the back of a hand to wipe the corner of his lips. <span style="font-style: italic">''Thank you. It's still not enough though''</span> He said in a low tone and slightly smiled as he  looked over at Millicent, his expression revealing his appreciation, his discomfort; an irresistible thirst, but mostly his self-determination and will.</span><br/></ul>