<em>I heard that.</em><br/><br/>He said the words with a laugh, a taunting and still hungry sound that chased after her as she bolted for the door. He waited the briefest of moments,  giving her that much before he was off and behind her. His eyes watched her as she ran, ran over her skin memorizing her movements as he paced her. He stayed behind her, his own legs propelling him in the chase, the hunt. His gaze lingered on her rear as she moved, watching as her legs sent her flailing forward.<br/><br/>Never touching his target, he stayed right behind her. She could hear him inhale, tracking her scent, the taste of her body in the air as the predator tracked its pray. His nose almost touched her hair as it whipped behind her, he snapped his teeth as if trying to catch a strand to pull her up short. His presence seemed even larger than the body behind her actually was. Filling the small hallway he followed her, growing even more excited at the race.<br/><br/><em>Run Tegan, run faster. Make your body more alive. Make it ready for us to share.</em><br/><br/>He spoke to her as if they were sitting at a table and not running through her home. The words were honeyed, meant to arouse her even more as the demonic nature of his soul attempted to make his voice even more alluring. The hunger in his words was apparent, she had succeeded. She had an Incubus in her presence, and his full attention was only on her. He did not summon any of his other gifts, they would be metered out in due time. Tonight would be the most basic of his talents, and he would be the altar upon which she would pour herself.<br/>