Thread: Hunted. [ Michie Mich x Russian Vodka ]

She had walked right past him. The darkened figure in the small hole between two buildings, that was where he had picked up her scent.Something inside his mind had called for him to select her, a process that rarely happened as his victims were elderly, people who were about to die anyway. He had found a talent for spotting the signs of death, and the relief in the eyes of his victims as he took the last breath from them in his kiss of Death. The hazy grey eyes seeming timeless, mysterious. And he had given in. The instincts of feeding had made her his target, whether dangerous or not. He was used to the hunt, the chase of his victims as they moved away from the main street. The heavy army style boots gave a clear echo behind her, the wind playing through the pitch black great coat he was wearing atop his normal clothes. It was opened, exposing his form to her, his eyes reddening as he set in on his target, making sure they were secluded from the humans. His moves were quick though, his reaction time almost zero. He saw the light of the blazing guns before he heard the sound. But he had already moved, stepping out of her aim easily with a soft chuckle pressing up from his throat, his elegant moves bringing him on her trail instantly after. He watched as she jumped to the rooftop, making him follow quickly by taking two fast steps, pressing against the ground and one wall as he landed on a rooftop following her in a parallel line. His eyes set on her. The neck of the coat pulled up, his jet black flowing in the breeze. His pace was just a notch faster than her's as he kept his head lowered a bit. He could almost sense her awareness, she knew exactly where he was from the deep thudding sounds of his boots against the stone. Hearing her voice, he let his eyes close for a bit, his lips curling up in a smile as he listened, savoring the entire moment, remembering the pitch of her voice perfectly as he opened his eyes again. I will, precious. He replied in his deep voice. Stopping as he saw her pull her gun again. Though this time, he reacted differently, stepping aside in the last moment as a hand, clad in black leather, shot out, grabbing the bullet. He loved entertaining himself as his eyes never seemed to leave her frame. As she dropped, she'd hear the clanker of the metal bullet ahead of her. The vampire had taken off, disappearing from her obvious sight for a short moment. The sound of her unsheathing the dagger caught his ears as he instantly felt the scent of the blood, the intriguing scent of her different blood that had caught him earlier. He adjusted the black button-up shirt on his chest quickly as he jumped off the roof a building ahead, landing with his front towards her and his head bowed, letting her see his red eyes with the gray mix, seeming like a mist, along with his gritted teeth. His lips turned upwards in a grim smile. You've had my attention some time already, Miss. He replied to her words, knowing they were in the beginning of the forest, the rustling of the leaves in the wind being heard a short distance behind him. He had a lean appearance, the coat slurring his form from her though she would notice the broad shoulders and almost aristocratic posture in front of her.