Lust strolled down the street at a leisurely pace, blissfully oblivious to the filth that surrounded her. Her posture was as relaxed as her mood after such a satisfying feeding. Thinking back on the sensations she'd absorbed from the man caused a deep, throaty moan to rise from her chest. She tilted her face up toward the moon and closed her eyes. Drawing in a deep, hitching breath, she relived the scene one last time and exhaled on a long, satisfied sigh. Then she cast aside all memory of the victim as if he were no more than a discarded take-out container.<br/><br/>She could sense echoes of the activities of her fellows in the vicinity. It seemed they were all enjoying a night on the town this evening... perhaps they should have combined their efforts into a more focused movement... Ah, well.. there was always tomorrow. Her footsteps echoing against the walls of nearby buildings, she followed the sidewalk until she reached a news stand. The booth was long since closed, but the most recent headlines were still displayed inside the case. She leaned forward slightly, examining the photo, and chuckled to herself.<br/><br/>"My, my... Wrath, you devil... Always very... unique..." She mused to herself. Standing straight once more, she continued to gaze at the image on the front page. However, her eyes no longer glinted with amusement. In fact, they'd gone slightly unfocused as she thought of Wrath. She had let far too much time pass since their last.... visit. A situation that she felt definitely needed to be remedied.<br/><br/>Her relaxation, and current state of contemplation was so encompassing that she did not sense the presence of another being until a voice shattered her reverie.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">"Forgive me but did you know any of these people maâ€™am?" He asked.  </span></span><br/><br/>Rather than react with fright as a mortal might have, she hesitated for the briefest instant, absorbing his words, and forming a response in her mind that would best suit her goal. A quick flicker of her senses told her much. How surprising! A being of virtue! He must certainly be blinded this night to have failed to notice her undeniable presence. How adorable... And was that a bit of... distraction she detected in his voice. Perfect...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">"Anywaysâ€¦.I only thought that from the look on your face that they were related to youâ€¦I am sorry if I was wrong?" He apologized.</span></span><br/><br/>A sudden anticipation surged within her. Nothing could ever excite her quite like the thrill of the hunt. And this was certainly a hunt. Her prey stood there, gazing at her in a perfectly polite sort of way, but she could feel the lust within him... and she drew upon it, encouraged it...<br/><br/>Her quickened breathing needed only the addition of a few, barely restrained sobs to make the effect complete. She was certain the effect of her hitching chest and trembling shoulders would cause a distracting effect around the plunging neckline of her dress. "I..." she allowed her voice to fill with emotion as she answered, "My grandmother is a... long-term resident in that ward..."<br/><br/>As if overcome by anxiety, she ran a hand through her hair, pulling it off her shoulders to expose her bare flesh. Her eyes obediently welled with tears at her command and she turned them on him, arranging her expression into one of silent pleading.<br/><br/>As she waited his answer, she began to project thoughts into his mind gently, taking great care to insert just enough of her will that he would only detect the softest whisper of her words, just enough to guide his own thoughts under her direction.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Look at her... she looks so helpless... so in need. She needs you. Only </span>you<span style="font-style: italic"> have the ability to provide the sort of comfort and healing that she needs. And why not? It is what you were born for. This is why you exist, walking the streets endlessly. Your feelings for other women will never be returned. How can they? You are isolated by your calling... She will take comfort from your company, and through your effects, she will lead a better existence. Take her, as you know you want to. Go to her... reach out and allow your fingers to caress that beautiful skin. See how it shines in the moonlight. Imagine how soft it must feel! Go on... you will only be helping her in a time of grief. She is so close... Notice how her hair sways in the breeze, how feather-light the strands. It would feel like silk between your fingers. And her lips... perfectly shaped, painfully alluring... She wants it. You can see that she does. Taste her..."</span><br/><br/>She continued hissing at him as she her tear-filled eyes pled with him.