[indent]A gunshot.[/indent]
Beneath a curtain of unkempt, black hair, a woman glanced up at the noise, which came from only a wall away. With a swift motion she slipped the protein bar and the can of beans she'd just fished out of a cabinet into her backpack before moving into the next room. She was stealthy, with a figure built for agility, and her movements were akin to some feline. Mere seconds after the trigger was pulled, she was already crouching down beside the fresh corpse in the living room. His blood had not yet cooled, and his predator had already killed the last of his men. She smirked at the looter's cheek. The shot was unexpected, and was sure to attract attention, yet he pulled it anyway. Still, she would do well to hurry her scavenge of the house, and returned her attention to the situation at hand. The man who'd fired the gun would no doubt be striding off somewhere by now anyway, and Lilith wasn't one very fond of losing her toys. Especially ones that she'd been following the whole day. What a waste it would be to let him wander off with all of her goods.

Big eyes, a mixture of where the sea met the sky, scanned the doorway for any incoming trouble as she gripped the handle of the forgotten knife and withdrew it from the poor soul's heart. At times, it would strike Lilith as funny how the motion had been something of a sport for her, many, many years ago. Retrieving a blade from some fellow's most vital organ after a nightly conquest had been as normal as taking a bath. Now, in this literally God forsaken world, it had become a motion of survival. It was a perfectly good knife, made even prettier by the deep red hue of blood on it's silver face; yet another thing she wouldn't let go to waste.

The woman scanned the rest of the room, including the silly chest, for anything she may have missed, before darting out of the front door. Sure enough, evidence of her prey's naughty deed lay in a pool of his own blood straight ahead. Lilith, still watching for any sign of her man, moved towards the human and sighed with disappointment as she looked down upon him. The cigarette, which still had a good bit of life left on it, had already been put out and ruined by his victim's blood. [i]How inconsiderate.[/i] She quickly dropped into a crouch and shoved her hands into his pockets, happy to be able to produce a small pocket knife and a pack of cigarettes for herself. Slipping both prizes into the back pocket of her dirtied denim jeans, she hopped over the dead body and began her search for the 'angel' himself.

What a joke. He wasn't an angel. At least, not anymore. The proof was in all of the blood he'd shed in the day alone. She had been his shadow as he moved from house to house, having found him in the first place she was planning to scavenge. Clever woman was careful not to alert him to her presence just yet, making sure he took care of all the dirty work while she slipped in easily and nabbed whatever he had forgotten in his wake. Lilith overheard the short exchange between the two at the front of the house, making her all the more excited to finally meet him. They had a shared history, after all.

The meadow in which she spotted him after a short walk outside of the gate was much too open for her liking, though it was good to see that he seemed to be walking in the direction of a settlement a little ways away. So. He was a family man. Maybe old habits died hard? Or maybe Lilith was making assumptions based on stereotypes that probably didn't matter now. In any case, she strayed off into the trees on the right and decided it be best to get closer to him before making a move, knowing he still had a pistol on hand. And when he neared the end of the meadow, she was right there ready for him.

Without hesitation, she darted forward, coming from the man's right side, and used her shoulder to shove him by the ribs roughly against the trunk of a tree. The bloodied blade came up to rest its hungry tip against the hollow between his collar bones, but despite the threat, Lilith flashed him an impish grin. "I think you forgot this," she purred, "Gabriel, is it?"