Prayer had almost forgotten about him, standing in the darkness a mere few meters from her. She was so wrapped up in the comfort blanket of blood that was washing itself around her toes. Mesmerized, almost, by the gorgeously slick liquid, wiggling her toes, rubbing them together, enjoying the slick feeling as they squeezed together, pressing the liquid inbetween them, smiling sickly down at the digits as they squirmed in their red casing.

Then the voice floated across to her, and it all came flooding back, along with the memories and the feelings of being a victim. But that was momentary, the resistance of her own self will being more than what the memories could even imagine to be. Her head rolled in a large circle, neck allowing the movement with little more than a silent crack. The bravo that was uttered toward her was heard limply, her ears felt like they were full of cotton wool, eyes becoming hazy and distant as she slipped in and out of the pleasurable state that came so quickly after her kills.

"Kid?"
She questioned, her voice sounding faraway and almost childlike as she turned on her heel, examining the long-coated man with a look that had changed from those that were so adoring from before. Her eyes glazed, brow dipping into a faint frown. He spoke about leaving, but she stood her ground, glancing back down at the already stiffening bodies of her kills, bending down to check the man's warm forehead as if checking for a fever.

"Goodnight."
She whispered softly to the corpse, the lust between her legs igniting once more as she flitted to her feet, gaze clearing a little as she returned her eyes to the living man's, smiling softly toward him and taking a slow, unwilling step. She knew, silently where she was going. But it was the question if she wanted to go. If she could hold her ground infront of the one woman that possessed everything she had been trying for since she got to this city. That would be her true trial.

She watched the quickly moving away figure that she adored, letting him take a few more steps before she advanced upon him, fleeting through the light spots without much of a care, even though that figure seemed to be avoiding them. It would only be her that would be found. She knew that now. Despite the idea of a 'team', with them all banded together, she knew he would be gone quicker than a common cold. She was terribly awake, her whole body racing as she began to pick up the pace, her body moving upon her tiptoes and beginning to dance into the darkness.

Keep pace.
It seemed like a warning, but she seemed unphased, still managing to catch up to him and dance a small circle about him without even letting a breath get out of place, or a bead of sweat work its way to her forehead.
"Where to?"
The girl asked simply, dancing more circles about him, ignoring the violence that hung in the air like a mist, entwining the two figures.