The man blinked furiously, already having to struggle to keep himself collected between the animalistic thoughts of draining the woman of every last drop of surely delightful nutrients, just his imagination was trying to convince him of the ever blissful release it could bring. His strength, his power could be restored ever so slightly, but he ran instead. He'd rather starve with what dignity he once had, though little it was as the man ran and stumbled along the street.

His eyes eventually caught the view of his worker's back, blinking at the clear whisper rang through his ear. He tried to run even father, his survival instinct kicking in further to try and get away before he finds himself surrounded by the authorities, and then... His imagination surely could figure a scenario, but his strength was already fading greatly. He moved to pick up his back, bumping his shoulder firmly against the lamp-post as his somewhat frail figure fell down over his bag and onto the ground. The light from the lamp cascading upon his hood, strands of his darkned hairs clear. His eyes weren't even tinted, clear crimson colored as they were brightned up by the lamp-post above him, the sharp fangs quickly disappearing underneath his lip as he once more caught the gaze of the woman wandering after him. At this point... He was already found out, a good excuse he had none of, anyone sane enough would certainly have already alerted plenty of people, maybe he could just.. await his death? He was afterall just fleeting between city after city, scraping up a living and sneaking in-between to find blood for him to feed upon.