His eyes narrowed again as the human woman spoke, panic obviously washing over her as she rambled. They did not have time for this, but compassion moved him to at least give a short answer. As she added an expression of gratitude, he reached up to pull the scarf away from his face. The motion revealed a refined, yet slightly rugged face- what one might consider the perfect masculine beauty. Defined cheek bones, a wide but defined nose and full lips countered those unusual, sharp eyes. Matching the fiery curls that fell about his shoulders, a sleek goatee adorned his chin, lining the slight frown that crossed features. 

"Those were [i]wahsh[/i]- dark entities, spirits that are normally not found in this realm. As for what they would have done to you, they would have taken your soul after eating your physical shell." He responded matter-of-factly, faintly accented voice lacking any real emotion. "To further answer you, you may call me Samuel. Now, as I said, there will be more. If you wish to live, we must leave." With that, he turned on his heel and started down the alley, the mists from the beasts parting at his feet. 

Though he said little, his mind ran wild. While such creatures had little influence in the mortal plane, they were not uncommon. The bizarre thing was that they dared to appear in a physical form. There must have been something drawing them... something that pushed them to risk death, but what? The girl did not seem any different from other mortals, but he had yet to look at her aura. If she did in fact have something that made her a target he would have to--

"Bah" he muttered under his breath. He did not have to do anything, he was not one of them anymore. Protecting mortals and keeping balance was no longer something he needed to trouble himself with. He would simply get this human to someplace safe, set up wards and leave. His brethren could take care of the rest if further meddling was needed.