“Woah.” The young man's voice was covet as he leaned into Lisette's grasp. A grin spread across her lips that were pressed heavily to the boys neck. “Don't talk, love.” She purred, nipping lightly at the thin skin around his jugular. Her hands were wrapped tightly in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer to her on the darkened dance floor. The two appeared to be amorous lovers as they swayed in time to the steady beat of the piercingly loud music. No one noticed the gleam of sharp teeth or heard his slight gasp as she punctured his neck. Her body was instantly filled with warmth as that wretched thirst that plagued her was sated, however not entirely quenched. She moaned slightly, a sound low enough not to be heard over the music as she pulled her prey even closer, her hand wrapped securely around the back of his neck. 

The boy didn't struggle, they never struggled, and instead sagged closer towards her. His quipped breaths and echoing sighs caused the corner of Lisette's mouth to twitch slightly. She didn't take much, couldn't take much because despite their blindness these humans would still notice a dead body, and as soon as the fire in her throat had subsided to a slight throb she pulled away and smiled. His eyes were dazed and glossy, his lips parted slightly as he blinked confusedly and stared down at her. Luckily enough for Lisette he was too intoxicated to realize what had just happened. “Thanks.” She murmured in his ear, pressing her lips gently onto his. The taste of his blood was still in her mouth causing her to euphorically smile. "Goodnight, darling." She turned away from him then, ignoring his futile protests, and disappeared into the crowd. 

You couldn't hear the click of her heeled shoes over the pulsating music as the slender woman wove her way easily through the tangle of gyrating bodies. The smell of sweat and lust wafted in the air around her causing a grin to curl across her ageless face. Lisette had always enjoyed the nighttime atmosphere of this modern era, where once these humans would have coward away from her, now they flocked towards her. Stories of ghosts and ghouls and monsters in the night were just that, stories, and these silly little beings thought themselves invincible. It was a pity, really. She chuckled silently to herself as broke through the crowd of people and into a dimly lit seating area that was almost completely empty save for one giggling lump in the far corner. 

“Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?” Lisette's sugary voice wafted towards Booker as she sauntered into the darkened corner and wiped the edge of her mouth carelessly with her thumb. Slowly, she sank onto the sofa next to the seemingly lascivious couple. Lisette leaned forward to tuck a piece of the girls hair behind her ear and smiled. The look that should have warmed her face, making her appear gentle and kind, only made her stark features seem meaner and her dark eyes turn colder. “Well aren't you pretty.” She murmured, letting her hand slowly fall onto her lap. “Maybe a little less make up next time lovie.” She laughed softly and pulled her gaze from the young girl's wide eyes and towards Booker. 

Everything about Lisette's indolent demeanor screamed boredom as she sighed and reached up to fix her own hair. “Are you almost done, here?” She mumbled, crossing her legs gently. “I'm bored, this is all far too easy.” She quite obviously meant the prey. “People just don't have the right amount of fear anymore. It's a shame really.” She exhaled and clucked her tongue, letting her eyes sweep across the mess of sweating entities contemptuously. To her, these were not people with lives and families and feelings, they were playthings, there for her own amusement and nothing more. She smoothed out her tight skirt, pursing her lips slightly. "Let's do something fun."