Veloxa hunted the victim's shadow with a brittle concentration. Her focus was fraying at the edges the closer she got to the target. Waves of heat were emanating off the unsuspecting, idiot human as he meandered through crowded streets, but the throng of people around them dissipated to a blur as the vampire's senses honed in on that one distinctive smell that matched that one distinctive person – who happened to have angered one of Vel's clients. Her fingers began twitching impatiently as she fought to control the inherent instinct to leap forward and sink her teeth into that lovely warm throat at this very mom– She shook herself to keep from salivating and cast a surreptitious glance around her before grinning with twisted glee when she saw the unfortunate target bend into a side alley. Dark, narrow, abandoned. Perfect. She leaned against the wall for just a few heartbeats to keep from seeming suspicious, and then carefully strolled around the corner… …right into the point of a sword. "You've been following me," the terrified man hissed, and the sword shook a little in his hand when he took a closer look and saw the slit pupils of her eyes and the unsheathed claws that tremored with anticipation. Veloxa did not speak, she simply fixated him with her gaze. Stupid, stupid boy. Slowly, lost in her cool grey stare, the sword lowered just a tad… In a burst of superhuman speed, she reached out towards him with one arm and he flailed, frantically trying to swipe at her with that silly metal stick that wasn't even proper silver (let alone anywhere near garlic) as she easily dodged his weak parries. With a decisive thrust she shot out one arm and her icy hand closed over his warm, sweating one that held the sword, the touch of death. "Drop your weapon," she said darkly. He just whimpered, and her grip tightened. The sickening sound of bones cracking were quickly followed by a shrill scream and the clatter of metal. She cursed to herself – she hadn't expected him to resist. Now he'd attracted attention. The deed would have to be done quickly – but she loved so taking her time to feed. She bit her lip. Her mother had been right. Rule number 1 of vampirehood – Do. Not. Play. With. Food. She kicked the sword away, out of reach of the wailing man clutching his wrist on the street, and pinned him down with her powerful knees and arms, before sinking her teeth into his jugular and drinking the warm blood deeply. It refreshed her immediately – she felt the energy of his lifeblood rushing up tingling through her body, rejuvenating her as nothing else could. She closed her eyes in a moment of bliss, then thrust herself off of the hapless victim, now but a sallow husk of what had once been human. She disappeared into the shadows of the main street, and shouts and screams echoed not far behind her. Another job well done, she thought fondly to herself. She couldn't wait to hunt down her last target – this one had an especially handsome reward, so lucrative that at first she had worried it was too good to be true. The target's name was Valandar Obrion, and he had apparently stolen something of enormous value from her client … but this was not her business. She didn't even really know her client, communication happened through a middle man, naturally. Important men disliked getting their hands dirty. Well, Vel thought to herself as she pulled a hood over her head to obscure her features for the long journey to the next location, they don't know what they're missing.