She reached a small clearing, where the opening in the trees allowed a beam of moonlight through the boughs of the trees. They stood at the center of a tiny expanse of ferns, wildflowers, and brush. When she turned to him, her eyes blazed with excitement, but she did nothing. She made no advance on the confused, crumbling little mortal.<br/><br/>Instead, she tried to make herself appear meak, friendly... even perhaps a little awkward. She closed her eyes and simply let his emotions cause her skin to tingle. She could feel it rolling off of him in waves. He was confused. He was burning with need, it was true, but she was surprised to find that this was not the foremost emotion within him. His primary focus was upon the hunt. He burned to kill her, deeply and passionately.<br/><br/>That was the emotion that would be her tool. His urge to protect, defend, and defeat would be his downfall. The very thought made her smile. It was almost poetic. First, she would take hold of his blood lust... then slowly morph it into pure lust. It would be a simple maneuver.<br/><br/>She had no need to prepare the thought that would kill him. She needed only to draw in a deep breath, then slowly exhale, pressing her influence toward him as she did. Her breath chilled the area, sending out a thin layer of mist. The chill would take hold of his thoughts, she knew, and drive his need to kill. This thought was already dominating his mind, she could see, and it was about to get much stronger.<br/><br/>The mist floated over the tops of the ferns and flowers, drifting toward him to lap at his knees.<br/><br/>It had begun. His end was nigh.