The fox pretended to be surprised when she heard the sound of an umbrella opening beside her, tensing her shoulders and turning her head fast enough to make her hair flow in an inky curtain over her shoulder. Her harsh, golden eyes immediately connected with his and she smiled, but not big enough for him to notice her canines that were just slightly too sharp to be human.

“Thank you so much, I hate getting my hair wet.” Her narrow eyes turned to the street and she gently hooked her hand on his arm that was holding the umbrella. The gesture seemed innocent enough, but it was all the fox needed to ensure the man couldn't run away. She didn't believe he was weary of her, but she wasn't going to take her chances. She wasn't fond of being refused.

“I live down this way.” She pointed down a random street, not thinking about the fact that it led away from the housing districts, and began to guide him. She kept her body close to him, the shelter of the umbrella small enough to necessitate it, and could feel the faint warmth of his body through his coat. This would have been such a romantic moment, had her thoughts not been on how much money she thought this man might have lying around his overly-lavish condo she was certain he possessed. Perhaps he had a nice watch collection too… Not that she wore watches, especially not men’s watches, but they often sparkled with gold and jewel accents and that was good enough for her.
A few minutes passed in silence, and the pair was slowly making their way to a more isolated part of town. The old roads were narrow, just wide enough for two cars, but with no designated sidewalk. Street lights were becoming sparse and with the rain, there was no hope for moonlight. Now seemed as good a chance as any. Stopping suddenly, the dark haired woman turned to the man, pushing her body even closer to his. She kept her grip on his arm loose, not wanting to frighten him, and gazed longingly into the deep blue pools of his eyes, “I know this is awfully forward of me, but do you think I could go home wi-“ A fierce snarl cut the woman short as a stray mutt stumbled across their path.
Immediately, the woman’s pupils constricted and black-tipped ears emerged from her hair. She growled softly, her red lips pulled back to reveal sharp canines. The fox spirit walked over to the dog and smacked it with her umbrella hard enough to knock the poor creature off its feet. She raised the umbrella once more and shouted in a voice that was much harsher than the one she’d used before, “You filthy beast, get out of here!” The dog quickly got up and scampered away, much to the fox’s relief. She sighed softly and lowered the umbrella, annoyed as she looked down at her soaked clothing. Then she remembered.

“Shit…” 

Abandoning her makeshift weapon, the fox-like woman dashed towards the young man, grabbing both his wrists and pushing him back against the wall. Her gaze roamed across the man’s face as murmured more to herself than to him, “What a shame… you have such a pretty face.” Her eyes paused momentarily at his lips before staring coldly into his eyes, “I hadn't planned on killing you, you know. Unfortunately, that’s just how these things go sometimes- not that it matters to me. You see, whether I take your money or your heart, I’ll still get what I want.”

The fox didn't want to eat another heart so soon, the newspapers were still filled with stories of her last two victims, but she figured it would be a waste to kill him and not take the heart. Besides, if she were really lucky she would find his address on his ID and still be able to take his valuables before fleeing town. Actually, maybe this wasn't such a bad arrangement after all. Still… She was hoping she would have gotten to toy with this human a little more.