Alastor saw her running away, smirking even as he did so.  Welcome to the Night Parade indeed, he thought.  He'd walk after her, moving oh so slowly, a predator stalking his pray.  With just his will he cast a glamour around him, making him invisible to those around him.  The mundanes wouldn't notice him, and few of those within the Night Parade would either.  She would, though.  Perhaps she needed another taste of what existed here.  After all...she had only just begun to see it.<br/><br/>The outdoor shower was hidden enough, supposed to be used for those within the Night Parade.  However, few used them as most enjoyed the after effects of what occurred from some of the shows.  Alastor put his hands on the sides of the stall, watching her with a chilly gaze.  "Well lookee what I found," Alastor spoke in a low, menacing voice.  "I believe you ran away from me just a few moments ago.  Now why is that?  Are you...frightened of me?  Or are you just frightened in general?"<br/><br/>There was something to Alastor, that even most of the Night Parade found disheartening.  He was a hunter, born and bred.  From the earliest days amongst the Sidhe he'd hunted, killed, and continued on.  The supernaturals could sense that, and a few had seen him hunt in one way, shape, or form.  The mundanes would never see his hunting skills until it was too late.  "Tell me something youngling," Alastor said.  "What is it you truly seek here?  Are you...enticed by the darkness?  Do you pray that it takes you?  Pray that it will steal you away to be used as it desires?"