The owl mask actually gave Ciel the shivers. It matched his tags, the images she had slaved to cover up over the past few weeks. His spraypainted face haunted her at every turn, mocking her, making her obsessed with his work and his methodical cruelty towards her kind. Screw vampires, humans were perfectly capable of coming up with messed-up nightmares on their own. She swallowed, trying not to look intimidated. Mask or no, he was mortal. Her heightened senses could pick up his body heat, the smell of his drying sweat on the wind. She shifted slightly as she sniffed the adrenaline in his veins. Was he going to attack her?<br/><br/>"Don't do anything stupid," she said slowly. "Take off your mask and explain yourself, Owl!"<br/><br/>She tried to remember that he had killed some of her friends, beaten some of them into messy pulps, burned and shocked and tormented them while they tried to go about their nights. Right now he simply smelled mortal... Mortal, and ready to flee or fight.