"Leave, unless you fancy becoming my next meal."

Lucien was sitting on the ground, leaning against the hard wall. Even in the darkness of the alley, hidden from the light of the moon, you could see that every very fiber of his being quivered. His movements were slow and unsteady, as if he was barely able to keep his upper body upright.

As you drew nearer, his ominous words and state should scare you away but somehow, you couldn’t leave. Instead, you crouched down before him and looked at him with your big innocent eyes.

"What in the world do you think you're doing? You're either remarkably brave or unbelievably foolish, human."