Lisette's blithe eyes bounced back and forth between her two companions, a sparkle of mischief accompanied the look of glee. She leaned more heavily into her hand, the action causing her to move even closer towards Mila which, to Lisette's ultimate pleasure, caused the woman some obvious discomfort that she hid quite expertly. She was dully impressed with how well Mila kept her emotions in control when she was obviously so voracious. Lisette herself was a monster, quite literally, without eating. [i]“I won’t have to. She wants to come with us, don’t you Mila?”[/i] She glanced towards Booker briefly before trailing her gaze back to Mila in eager anticipation. Her gut twisted with the emotion as she widened her eyes in a silent question. 

[i]“…Fine. Let’s see if you two have gotten lazy since I left.”[/i] 

“Yes!” Lisette's bewildered exclamation rung loudly through the room as her face lit up like a Christmas tree. “And I promise, sweetie,” her voice was a drawl as she leaned forward and winked. “We won't disappoint.”

She stood then, hopping up gleefully with agility and grace that was almost eerie. Her dark legs were elongated by the tight, black party dress that swathed her body and had ridden up so far that most of her shapely thighs peeked out from underneath. Not that she cared all that much. The rest of the dress hugged Lisette's slender figure tightly, every curve was expertly displayed with what seemed like, and what was, no effort from her at all. The collar of the gown dipped low, exposing her robust chest behind thin lace that wrapped itself around her neck holding up what little fabric there was. The rest of her back was completely bare, her ebony skin, that was cool to touch, exposed to the world. The ensemble was tied together with a pair of dangerous heels that clicked excitedly on the floor as she nearly vibrated with eagerness. 

“Lets go.” She was over enthusiastic and almost pranced around her two companions, drawing the eye of one hapless young man who grinned at her appreciatively. “Ooh, this is going to be so [i]fun.[/i]” She eagerly grabbed the hands of both Booker and Mila in her own, dragging them through the crowd, which parted unconsciously before them, and towards a back door that led into a dank alleyway outside. 

Lisette steadied herself on the grimy brick wall. She reached down quickly and with graceful ease to unclasped the shoes from around her ankles and slipped one over her heel followed swiftly by the other. She tossed the shoes apathetically into the darkened corner of the alley, they thudded against something noisily. A clatter from the shadows that Lissete shrugged off passively as she stepped her bare feet onto the dirty ground. The cold night air filled her body giving her a feeling of winded exhilaration as she gave a calamitous smile to her peers. “This is going to be a good night.” Her thick voice was like a growl as her teeth sharpened to a point and her eyes grew dark in blood lust. “I can [i]smell[/i] it in the air.” As if to prove her point, Lisette breathed in deeply letting her lungs be filled with the tangy city air that smelled of smoke and grit and people. 

She playfully pranced towards Mila, her movements just slightly faster then that of a mere human, and tagged the other woman on the shoulder, not gently. “Race you.” Her voice was low and lurid in Mila's ear. Inviting a sense of competition into the evening that caused the tension in the air, already thick enough to be cut with a knife, to grow denser. She didn't wait for an answer before bounding off into the dark night, her hair whipping backwards as she picked up speed and deftly wove her way through the streets. It was late and it was dark yet she could still pinpoint the warm, blood filled bodies that stumbled drunkenly out of clubs and bars. Unsuspecting of any sort of danger such as that of the three monstrous villains that stalked the night with a grace that could not be human. Lisette stopped, her eyes, which had closed unconsciously to revel in the freedom the night supplied her, flew open suddenly. Now that feeling of freedom was far from her mind as her gaze fluttered towards a woman leaning heavily against a brick wall and tucking a small cell phone into her bra. 

They were standing in an alleyway a good distance away from the club where they'd started. The young woman was obviously distressed and very alone, easy enough for the first target of the night. Lisette stopped in the middle of the alley, her head cocked to one side as she thirstily peered towards the young girl. “Well, well, well.” She grinned and looked towards her two companions with raised eyebrows. The woman had once again dug the metallic object from the depth of her dress and hit the green phone button aggressively. “Dammit, Felix. I don't care anymore! You're such an ass, don't call me again.” Her high pitched voice wafted through the darkness towards them. Lisette could almost taste the disparity that leaked off of her as she tossed the phone to the ground and leaned against the wall, her hands grabbing fistfuls of her blonde hair as tears ran slowly down her cheeks. It was mouth watering. And if she, who had just eaten not that long ago, felt this kind of draw she couldn't imagine the appeal this girl's vulnerability held for Mila. 

She glanced over, waggly her eyebrows ad giggling softly. “Doesn't she seem tasty.” There was no waiting for Lisette as she walked, this time at a more normal pace, towards the victim. “Oh honey, are you alright?” It wasn't hard to notice the mock in her slight accent. “Rough night?”

“W-who are you?” The girl looked up at the vampire with an expression that attempted to be cold in response of the cruel murmur but failed miserably in her state. “No one you'll ever remember.” Lisette teased, a hand snaking towards the girls throat slyly. “What the hell... hey!” The young casualty tried to pull away in humane response as Lisette's hand pressed her firmly back against the wall and she leaned towards her at a painstakingly slow rate. “Stop get off! Get away...” It was easy enough to hold down the thrashing child as Lisette playfully kissed the pounding pulse in her neck. Her sharp teeth pressed against that spot, gouging small scrapes in the pale skin of the fair haired girl. “Oh my, you [i]are[/i] tasty.” The sinister giggle that rose in the air fell quiet as Lisette pulled back, not before licking away the small bead of blood that her teeth had produced. “Oh but where are my manors!” She silently shook her head at herself and looked back towards Booker and Mila. 

“She seems like your type, Mila.” The murmur, was thick with blood lust and, despite her throaty voice being incredibly low, it bounced off the walls in the narrow alleyway. “I recall you having a thing for young damsels in distress.” She suddenly let the squirming human go with one sudden release of her hand that had clamped the girl painfully to the wall. She ran, of course, but her stumbling, drunken legs could only take her so fast. Lisette found herself smirking as she looked towards Mila, a sinister hint in her eyes. “Go get her.”