It was not the image before her, or the fact that she was falling that alarmed her the most; it was the arm that wrapped around her slender form. Fingers grasped her arm, another hand on her hip, cushioning her until she was almost leaning back against the one who had stopped her from falling. Being touched by a stranger, no matter how good the intentions are, sent a spasmodic shiver down her spine. His grip was too strong and his ability to lift her so easily too much for her to not assume a man. The lack of breasts against her back just another clue. The grip on her arm loosened, fingers trailing along her arm, raising goosebumps along the way. She wished she'd worn a sweater right then, as the air seemed to drop in temperature as her body started to heat up. 

The moment she was free she turned to look at who it was that was leaning toward her, whispering just loud enough for her to hear. Her eyes wide, pupils taking over her irises, growing in size from fear and shock, though a sensation of curiosity began to settle in her bone as he spoke. A shiver ran up her spine, dragging the cold with it until it reached the base of her neck. She found her body relaxing slightly, though still tense and ready to run from her own pure instinct. Regardless of how loud her body was screaming at her to run, she didn't move from her spot, watching the man as her touched her shoulder again, his fingers lighting up her shoulder. Heat rose to her skin then, surely a spot of red on her cheeks, giving her pale palour some colour. He was nearly out of reach, seeming to go back into the shadows beyond the lamp post. A last second response, a near miss and a gasp later. 

She was holding his hand. 

In hers.

"Holy shit."

The blonde immediately let go, pulling away embarrassed but still determined to say her piece, even if it was short, boring or he laughed her her. "Why did you catch me? Where did you even come from?! I was watching and you weren't there and suddenly you were! There's my alleyway, here, and I should have seen your shadow and-" She smacked a hand over her mouth, stopping her rambling tangent before she said anything really embarrassing. She'd stopped a total stranger who had probably just been passing by and doing her a favour. "But those fangs. . . " Her mumbles were mixed with many apologies as she bowed her head, too afraid to look the man in the face.