The musky alleyway was damp and the air was stagnant when Arianne awoke.  Her eyes fluttered open in shock as she felt something hit her in the leg.  She opened her mouth to allow a shriek of horror, but saw a blurry outline of a man-- a man that she could tell wasn't of the normal townsfolk.  He seemed very calm and dignified, but Arianne was still feeling as if her heart were thumping a million beats per hour.<br/><br/>Once she finally came to a few seconds later, she rose to a crouch and hopped backwards, placing one hand on the ground in front of her, looking as if she was about to pounce.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">God, who is this man?  He doesn't smell like the other townfolk.</span><br/><br/>Is he a lycanthrope?  No, those creatures stunk of wet fur to high heaven in their human form to begin with.  Something told her deep inside of her soul that it was a familiar... a very ancient and brazen creature.<br/><br/>Could it be one of the other Vampire Masters that Melchonar mentioned from time to time?<br/><br/>Dreadfully afraid of the confusion that was arising, she bared her pearl colored fangs and put on a facade of ferocity and strength, hoping this man wouldn't notice that she was literally shaking inside.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Melchonar did this to me... It was like the night I was taking a stroll down to cut through the alleyway to my home...</span><br/><br/>Hazy memories lapped like waves upon the shore in her mind.  She remembered her blouse being ripped open to reveal her ample bosom, prominent clavicle lines, and virgin neck.  Recalling the ferocity in which Melchonar attacked her surged through her veins once more.  Why was this man bothering her so much?<br/><br/>The unknown is the thing people fear the most.  It was carried into a young vampire's life as well.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Stay back, I'll hurt you!"</span>Arianne squeaked.  The sound was meant to be more of a menacing roar like that of a hellhound, but somewhere it got trapped in her voicebox and was squeezed until she sounded like an amiable little girl.<br/><br/>Arianne's eyes darted around for a good escape from this-- THING-- standing in front of her.  If she was sure he was a townsman, he'd be drained and discarded, just like the rats she feasted on that night.  Rats weren't the best of quality when it came to appetite control, so her energy pool seemed depleted as well in this debacle.<br/><br/>Arianne stood up firm, collected herself, and puffed out her chest like prey trying to defend itself against the predator.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"What do you want, and what are you doing back here?  Not satisfied from burning Melchonar, huh?"</span>The words rolled off her tongue like hissing snakes going in for the kill.  She was not going to let any more of her weakness show.<br/><br/>She looked to the side of the man, and started to think about darting around him.  Whatever he was, he was powerful... But was he smart?<br/><br/>Suddenly, she bolted into a sprint, confidence welling and mixing with that undead resemblance of adrenaline.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Make it, make it, make it!</span>