He stalked into the night like a cat. His eyes almost glowing, as he looked around for his next prey. He was beyond exhausted, and needed a quick meal; once you caught his eyes he followed you. He just needed to get close enough and... your blood. It smells... magnificent. A slightly sweet, but tangy smell. Those were always his favorites; the blood was usually thick and filling.

He watched a while longer before realizing how lost you looked, so pulling his hair down, and pulling a mask over his face, he slowly made his way from the shadows. Purposely bumping into you, and catching you. Acting as normal as possible, so he could "help" you, and hopefully get his fill fast.

"Are you alright?"