A lone dark figure could be seen from the top of a high skyscraper. His face hooded and out of sight. However, dark red eyes peered down upon the marvelous city. A city he knew his kind coveted. Watching the snow whip by in flurries he merely observed. “Ah, on the hunt again I see?” A smooth voice sounded into the cold night air. A smirk lit his features as amusement danced in his eyes. She was searching for him, yet again.<br/><br/>Humans had come a long way over the last 300 years. However, some things never changed. He had been alerted several weeks ago of this city being a harvesting ground for his kind. Now he wasn’t one to judge but feasting so openly… was far beneath his clan. When he caught wind of the unfortunate deeds being imposed upon this place he sought action, clearly rogues had entered the city he called home. Unfortunately, they obviously did not care for his presence nor did they seem to have any honor.<br/><br/>As a member of the Aristocracy and the Council it had been decided.… they would have to be taught… or eliminated. You see humans while fragile, had found ways to even the score. He was certainly immortal...<br/><br/>But a bullet was a bullet and it seemed in his chase he had caught the eye of this striking young woman in the process.<br/><br/>‘Quite persistent aren’t we?’ He thought to himself as he leaned forward to hone in on her. He had taken in her presence ages ago. What had it been? Two weeks? Yes, that sounded about right.<br/><br/>He was not one for the concept of time, however, humans seemed to worship it. Peering at her figure he stalked her silently from the rooftops. He walked calmly with his hands in his pockets his grace cutting through the snowy landscape effortlessly.<br/><br/>Hopping from building to building with barely a break in his stride he watched her come to a stop.<br/><br/>He had to admit, very few were this persistent to track him down quite like she had. Realistically, he was certain it wasn’t without its benefits to find or capture him.<br/><br/>‘Perhaps that is what drives you, my Lady?’<br/><br/>Observing her body movements he could sense her frustration. This… he took interest in. ‘Oh? Are we giving up?’<br/><br/>Eyeing her carefully he watched as she drew her blade across her skin. Bravely and without crying out. The scent of blood instantly filled the air.<br/><br/>Inhaling deeply he found himself enjoying the sweet and spicy scent.<br/><br/>Standing on the edge of the building he simply took a step off into the cold night air and dropped several stories to the snow covered ground below in a slight crouch. His long black coat billowing up behind him and then settling to graze just above the ground as he stood.<br/><br/>Walking up behind her calmly, his hands in his coat pockets, he looked as casual as ever. Making sure not to reveal his visage he stayed hidden under the dark hood. The only source of color being a red scarf wrapped around his neck.<br/><br/>It matched her blood, dripping in the cold snow.<br/><br/>He was very aware of her being armed, having watched her ‘courageous’ display. Stepping a few yards away he took a tall stance. At 6’1” he was a rather imposing figure however, nothing about him screamed hostile.<br/><br/>Cutting the silence with his cursed voice he nearly purred to her.<br/><br/>“Mmmm, with all that blood you are sure to attract others. A rather impatient move don’t you think?”