Miriel took short backward steps, trying to keep some distance between her and the man who had been chasing her. Her hazel eyes widened, and the fear that was making a knot in the pit of her stomach was very evident in her expression. She shook her head, "No... no... " she muttered the word over and over, almost like a mantra, as if so uttering could make him go away.<br/><br/>She squinted in the rain, already itching all over in the places she wasn't covered- her face, neck, a little bit of her cleavage and her slender midriff. She made a pained hissing sound as a few drops fell on the burn scar that marred much of the left side of her face. She kept backing away from him until she found her back against a wooden fence that blocked the rest of the alley... gasping as she realized she had all but trapped herself.<br/><br/>Shaking her head, she wiped the rain out of her eyes and gazed at him, "I know you... you are Neville Hammond... you're that boy who was always stalking Glenwyn." Not a boy anymore, she realized, but a man who could likely overpower her even without the wicked looking knife with which he was menacing her. "What... why me?...." she whimpered softly, hoping that maybe if she got him talking, he would reconsider what he was planning on doing to her.