-The night progresses, past midnight now, and it is time.<br/><br/>Millicent silently leaves the apartment, through the open living room window, catlike grace as she again slinks against the shadows, waiting.<br/><br/>A man, of no more than thirties, passes her, not drunk however not sober, whistling to himself, as he has had an obviously well evening. He does not notice her, and as he walks towards the alley at the corner of the apartment building, she falls in step behind him, her bare feet inaudible to his ears.<br/><br/>As he steps from the curb and makes way to the middle of the alleyway crossing, she moves, her right hand snagging his left bicep, tugging forcefully the gent into the alley. He, startled, gasps out, and as she overpowers him, his eyes widen with fear and delight. This poor man, has no idea, what he has just gotten himself, without knowing, into.<br/><br/>She smiles to him, pulling a free hand to her own face, touching her lips with her forefinger in a 'shhhh'' gesture, and he grins at her, nodding like the fool that most men can be; he thinks he is in for a treat. Ah...he is, indeed.<br/><br/>The end of this alley is dark, cold and silent, and she stops, pulling him to face her, she blocking the only way out. Her grip releases from him, her stance defensive, feet apart at shoulder length, hands pulling behind her back, head tilting to stare up at him.<br/><br/>He stands roughly six feet tall, almost a half of a foot in gain over her, and his mass is undeniably twice hers or more; it matters not, and he is about to find out.<br/><br/>His smile comes to light, Mill's eyes brightening as he parades for her, simply watching as the grin on his face continues, his hands moving to his jeans, preparing to loosen them. He is accustomed to the women of the streets here, and obviously, one to make use of their 'services', and as usual, Mill is seen as one of these women. It's alright, just business, nothing personal.<br/><br/>She is on him faster than he is prepared for, snarling, her tiny fangs quickly emerging from their resting place, her right hand pulling to his sternum, in a hard shove, as her right foot sweeps at the inner part of his left shin; this contact setting the large man off-balance, and he teeters to his rear with a loud grunt.<br/><br/>The fear upon his face is euphoric, and Mill seizes this, a simple predator now, there is nothing polite in her motions in feeding. She kneels beside him to his left as he tries to scramble backwards, he getting the hint, this is  no meeting for his pleasure; her right hand now snagging at his jawline, nails sinking into his flesh. My, my, that will leave a mark in the morning, no?<br/><br/>Her wrist snaps forward with force, and she crawls on top of his abdoment, one knee pressing against his sternum, the other nudged against his ribcage, her face nearing his own, and she speaks in a gutteral tone of irritation, 'hold still, this won't hurt....much...behave...'<br/><br/>The man, is afraid, and he tries to push her body with his hands, at which she offers a retort.<br/><br/>As his arms push to her chest, one hand grabbing around her forearm that holds his face, the other pushing at her shoulder, she giggles, silly boy he is, and shivers. Ah...the hunt.<br/><br/>She releases his face, the shoulder pushed at by him harshly, teetering her offguard, and her weight shifts to the left; her right arm which he has a grip on, she pulls back on, twisting it from his sweaty palm.<br/><br/>Livid now, she stands, her right foot kicking, toes pulled backwards, the ball of her foot connecting sharply with his ribcage, and she leans down once more. "I said...behave. Now you've pissed me off, sir. No more playing nice, eh?"<br/><br/>Her hands pull to his shirt, and she grabs a handful of the material around his neck, pullling up, bringing the man to his feet. He tries to yell, they all do usually, and she slaps him firmly across his cheek, shaking her head, again touching her lip with her forefinger.<br/><br/>He, as most do, tries to run, and she objects this by smacking him with a firm shove against his abdomen, he now taking steps backward in another teetering move. His back hits the brick wall at the back of the alley, and again Millicent approaches.<br/><br/>His eyes water, more than likely from pain, however, he expresses his own fear of further torment, she feels this emit from his soul; it perturbed when she grabs his jaw again. Damnable sense of touch tends to get her head in the wrong place at times, doesn't it?<br/><br/>She grumbles, pushing his face from her own, pressing her right leg between his own, knee pulling up to cradle his crotch in a two-fold gesture: he will become weak when she feeds, she's doing him a favor holding him up; and to keep him still for a change. Jesus, just stand there, sir. Take it like a man.<br/><br/>Her lips near his neck, and her tongue lashes out, licking at his throbbing vein, her mouth parting to latch on.<br/><br/>And then his pleas hit her ear, and further within her being. His voice shaking, as is his body, he does what she did not expect, and voices, 'please, don't do this.'<br/><br/>Her eyes widen, as these four words, smack her very soul. No one has ever stated them to her, it was always, 'please don't kill me, please don't hurt me'. Not this. And it resonates memories; memories that were taken from her, centuries ago.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The brilliance of the Council's Halls.<br/><br/>She knelt before them. She hears of punishment, of pergatory.<br/><br/>And she pleads with the Holiest of beings, "please....don't do this...I implore you...let me go..."</span><br/><br/>Millicent, during the few seconds that this alll transpired in recall and thought, recoiled. She stepped from her almost victim, releasing him, as he did not bother to thank her, he bolted as if his life depended on it.<br/><br/>She stood there, for some time, brow furrowed, so confused and yet understanding now of some of her past, and finding herself groaning, her head pounding, and unfed.<br/><br/>Her head hangs, and she closes her eyes, her shadows pulling up, caressing her in a cold embrace, nestling her form within them, transforming her into a simple black essence; and she finds way back towards her apartment in this form, snaking against the building.<br/><br/><br/>-----*<span style="color: #BF80BF">This night continued in The Cave/Serenata Immortale</span>*-----