The longer he stared, the more he felt the stirring of curiosity about her. He certainly had never seen her before. There was something about her that drew his gaze and held it. She turned, looking around with a confused, slightly nervous look, and he caught a view of her face. Those eyes... those lips... her slender neck, where he knew her pulse would be thudding, and finally... her breasts.<br/><br/>He wasn't aware of the fact that he'd left the porch. He didn't notice the weight of the sun as it began to increase steadily. He didn't notice the pain of the slow burn. He wasn't smoking or turning to ash. It would slowly drain his body of the force of unseen power that animated his dead body. Normally, he jogged to school, but today he walked. She began to cross the street and he picked up the pace.<br/><br/>Dimly, he became aware that a few cars were heading her direction. She was crossing, so he paid it no mind-- until he noticed how slow she was crossing. She moved as though she had no reason to hurry, no care in the world. But there was a car speeding her way. The driver was messing with a cup of coffee, arranging the lid, and had not noticed her.<br/><br/>A creature of such beauty should not be harmed. He didn't stop to think of the consequences of his actions. He never considered that he would be forcing himself to uproot yet another life and disappear after exposing himself in this way. His only thought was for her as he dashed forward much faster than any human should be able to move. Just as the car was reaching dangerously close to her, he dove forward and lifted her out of the way. The trajectory of his dive carried them several feet, landing them on the grass at the other side of the road. He twisted in the air so that he was the one to hit first, holding her in his arms to cradle the impact.<br/><br/>When they landed, he became aware of the feel of her warm flesh so close to him and the beast within him stirred. If he hadn't fed so deeply, so recently, he would have taken her then and there without being able to stop. As it was, he found himself rolling to the side to gently lay her in the grass. His face lowered to take in the scent along her neck. It was a quick motion, but one he couldn't stop. Before the dangerous moment had stretched long enough for human perception to pick up on it, he forced himself to pull away. Her scent was coursing through him with painful, irresistible force.<br/><br/>"A-are you okay?" he panted through gritted teeth, fighting with all of his strength against the blood lust he felt, "I... I'm sorry... did I hurt you?"