a battle of wits.

Nadia's heels clacked as she walked slowly down the street, her head down and her blonde hair falling into her face. Her mother wasn't getting any better. She hadn't been well since as long as Nadia could remember, but there was no sign of the woman getting any better...

Slipping into an alley, the woman didn't notice the other form there too. All she knew was that she wasn't going back to France any time soon. She couldn't. It just wasn't going to work out. She'd rather her mother went to rest without seeing the daughter who had failed her...

Calavier wiped the blood off of his mouth as he finished with the dead man on the ground in front of him. It was a satisfying meal, he had to admit, but his own ravenous thirst over took reason. Standing up, Calavier disposed of the body in some alley way, and was about to leave, when he heard the sound of a woman approaching.

He had smelled her, before he heard her, the scent of her blood overwhelmed him before he had even detected the sound of her heels clacking on the stones.

It seemed like his lucky day when the woman had turned down into the alley, but Cal made no move to go after her...at least not yet.

What are you doing Cal? Go after her! the voice in his head told him. Grinning, a slightly creepy grin, the vampire stealthily began to follow the woman, hoping to catch her by surprise.

Nadia found herself with her knees bent up towards her chest and herself sitting on the floor, for no reason other than she knew that if she stayed standing up, she might end up collapsing down anyway. Taking a shaky breath, she brought her hand up to stroke her hair from her face.

It was then that she clocked him. Following her.

It did, actually, make her sort of nervous. The way he was smiling at her. She way he was just... there. It was a little unnerving. Sliding up the wall to her full height, Nadia spoke to him in a firm, but not harsh tone. "Can I help you, sir?"

Calavier watched as she sat with her knees to her chest as though standing caused her pain. When he realized that she noticed him following her, he didn't move, he wasn't afraid of being caught. Sometimes he found it was more fun when they realized he was there.

Leaning against the wall of one of the building's Cal stared down at the fragile looking human girl and smirked. "I am certain you can." he said red eyes looking at her with a certain deadliness that would make most people tremble.

He continued to stare at the girl, wondering what to do next. Normally he would have attacked her in a second, but something stopped him, he didn't know what it was.

Looking closer at her, he still couldn't seem to figure out why he wasn't attacking her. "What's your name?" he finally asked, his deep voice rumbling, almost like thunder.