Ethan froze in as the young woman's voice cut through him, demanding he stay put. He knew she was trying to let him know she meant business, but the first thing that came to mind was<span style="font-style: italic">'What a bossy little girl...'</span>His hands casually sliding into the font pouch of his hoodie, he listened to her approach, step after step on the gravel. It sounded like there was nobody else with her... at least, nobody else who was walking. Meanwhile, that voice was bothering him, beyond it being somewhat amusing. It sounded almost familiar...<br/><br/>"D...don't move!" the woman snapped at him from below. "Show your face!"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'No...'</span>Ethan felt the blood draining from his face, his heart skipping a beat.<span style="font-style: italic">'It can't be, it couldn't possibly be her...'</span>Pivoting on his heel he about faced. Those big eyes of his mask stared turning on her, the eerie visage of the barn owl back-lit by the full moon obscuring the wearer's panic-stricken face. Ethan's stomach did a back-flip, the memories of his last encounter with this woman coming to the surface. The caresses, the closeness, her kiss... Then the flashing of fangs, fleeing for his life, the gasoline in the alley catching fire, engulfing the man who had chased after him... The screaming... Somehow he had managed to keep his knees locked as the flashbacks subsided, this combined with the help of the mask lending him a phlegmatic appearance.