"Hunger..." he said, and moved towards her again.  Her scream would bring her father's men running, and he knew he had to act swiftly, lest they fire at him with their guns.  His hands grabbed at her arms roughly, and he pulled her to him, lifting her from the ground with surprising ease.  Just then, he heard the angry cries of the hired help, and the first crack of a gunshot.  He hissed at them, then sped off, the woman in his arms.  He leaped into the air, his body taking flight, and soon disappeared with the woman still locked tightly in his embrace.<br/><br/>He flew through the night, the wind whipping through his golden hair and the dark blue jacket he wore.  The earth passed beneath them in a dizzying rush, faded colors blending together and becoming formless, only mere hints of their actual shape.  In time, the vampire's townhouse came into view, the flat he shared with Louis and Claudia.  He landed on the second floor balcony, the curtains of the door flowing in the wind.  He landed softly, and walked inside with the woman, only to lay her on the bed in the center and step back to face himself in the mirror.  He began to readjust his jacket and shirt, smoothing out wrinkles and adjusting the linen tie at his throat.