Matthieu stood, watching his beautiful victim below. His short leather jacket covered a simple white tee. Below were a pair of simple blue jeans and white trainers. Not very Anne Rice, but it suited him. He grinned at the thought of velvet jackets and ruffles as he did a little somersault off the ledge, landing quietly a few steps behind the frightened blonde. He watched her long legs work below her short waitress uniform. Velvet wasn't really his thing. Long-legged blondes definitely were. He followed, slowly, quietly, just watching her legs work against the cold night air.