Clara could hear a clear voice ring out only a few yards behind her.  It seemed that her plan had worked and now she could finally reap the rewards for her efforts.  She turned around swiftly and eyed the figure wearing the scarlet colored scarf.  From his voice and build, he seemed like a full grown man that stood at a much taller height than her.<br/><br/>She pulled down her own hood and there was an evident spark of excitement flashing in her cerulean orbs.  It felt nice to get what she wanted so quickly, but now she wished that she had tried this in the first place.<br/><br/>"I've been looking for you to show up for some time now....", she started with a dangerous smirk playing on her lips.  She rose her blood stained hand and placed it on the nape of her neck, exposing it clearly for him to see.  The droplets that were still slowly forming from the cut stained her soft skin.  Clara even went as far as biting her bottom lip just hard enough to draw a bit of blood.<br/><br/>It was evident now that this was no Fresh-Blood vampire and that it would take a bit more provocation to get him to attack.  She knew that if she wanted to get a clear opening, she needed him to attack first.  Her little show was something she did quite often in order to draw out her prey if they were trying to hide from her.<br/>He was correct in that it would soon attract other Fresh-Bloods lurking about, but it would take them a little while to locate them.  This area was completely abandoned, so she estimated that any unwanted visitors wouldn't be here for another ten minutes.  She slowly removed her hand, never taking her eyes off of him.<br/><br/>"Don't you know it's rude to keep people waiting?" she teased dangerously.  Her clean hand still held the small knife firmly, but she had plenty of other weapons to use in case he disarmed her.  Over the years, she found that she was prepared for almost any situation during a hunt as long as she had at least one weapon on her.  Although, she had only fought an older vampire once she felt that she could handle another.<br/><br/>She wondered if he would take her bait and attempt to attack.  A beast driven by hunger instead of logic was easier to hunt than one that could think properly.