Lisette took the glare that was thrown her way with a toothy grin that was more to show off her bloodied teeth then display any kind of tenderness. Her eyes followed Mila, assessing her, watching her as she tried to remain collected. Lisette's stance was supercilious as she pursed her lips, her face a continuous mask of cruel glee. Her eyes stuck to Mila, chillingly dark and eerily unblinking as the other vampire finally bounded after the human girl, startlingly fast. “Oh, my my.” Lisette giggled, crossing her arms over her chest as her ashen face lit up in delight. She enjoyed this too much for it to actually be sane, but that was one thing people learnt quite quickly about Lisette. She was rather maniacal when it came to her extracurricular activities. “See how she runs.”

[i]“Mila’s going to feel a lot better in a moment,”[/i] she glanced towards Booker who was standing beside her also watching the gruesome yet enjoyable scene unfold. “I know that.” And she also knew that when Mila was feeling better taunting the older vampire would be a bit more dangerous then it already was. Something in Lisette knew to be fearful, but that something was overridden completely with her foolish desire to tease a probe at Mila, seeing how far she could push the woman until she snapped. [i]“You might want to be careful…”[/i] Lisette nodded slightly, looking over to Booker with a deranged look of pleasure. She knew what he meant, she knew that her actions were dancing unsteadily on the edge of a cliff, but at the moment she could only feel the rush of adrenaline as she starred down at her eminent death. “Careful is my middle name.” 

She patted Booker gently on the chest, an affectionate gesture for a man she saw as a younger brother. “I know exactly what I'm doing.” Lisette crossed her arms languidly over her chest and watched as her acquaintance sucked the life out of the innocent human that had been so unlucky to have chosen this night above all others. Well, unlucky for her yet rather opportune for Mila. She tapped her bare foot against the ground and watched bemusedly as Booker attempted to interrupt the little love fest. "Hurry it up, deary, we're not getting any younger." Her voice echoed off the walls, giggling again at her own joke. Her chortle was cut short by an elated gasp and Lisette clapped as Mila snarled viciously towards Booker. "Woah there!"

As the other vampire recomposed herself, leaving the limp, yet still breathing, human on the ground, Lisette took her a moment to prepare herself for the backlash from her sardonic behaviour. She could feel the change in Mila's persona, even from the distance, and shivered in response. The reaction was a mix of unease and excitement as she coyly smiled towards Mila and waggled her fingers. “Looks like someone's feeling better.” She murmured rhetorically as she suppressed the urge to stiffen at Mila's cold glare that only intensified the closer she got. Lisette raised her eyebrows, an expression that made her look curiously feral as she tilted her head slightly upwards and continued to hold the stony gaze. She reached forward to wipe the small line of blood from Mila's chin and chuckle more sinisterly. 

[i]“You know I can’t let you get away with that little stunt.”[/i]

“What kind of fun would it be if you did?” Lisette's lurid voice was a whisper as she licked the blood from the tips of her fingers and winked. 

[i]“I’ll let you take that one. It’s your turn.”[/i]

Her head whipped around, dark curls shrouding her even darker face as she did so. She saw the man that Mila was referring to. He was walking casually, unaware of the threat just paces away from him. “How generous.” Lisette's voice was flat as she started to back away from Mila. Her eyes sparkled meanly as she felt a bump against her shoulder, causing Lisette to shift out of the way. [i]“Unless I get to him first.”[/i] Lisette gaped, a smile snaking itself across her face. “I see...”

Her sly murmur was cut off as she dashed past Mila at a ghostly speed, not as fast as she was capable of but fast enough. She restlessly teased Mila, picking up speed and stopping mid run, making her way towards the man who stood beneath a street lamp, still oblivious to the witty game going on in the shadows. Lisette reached the circle of light emitted from the ghastly street lamp first. “I win.” She murmured, the man standing amidst the spotlight looked up at the sound of the breathy whisper, his lips parted ready to call out into the darkness.

She stepped in front of him as he looked over confusedly. “Wh- oh!” His eyes widened as he regarded the dishevelled woman before him. “Hey, a-are you okay? You seem a little...” Lisette shook her head slowly. “I'm just hungry, that's all.” The man gazed at her, eyebrows knitted together in worry as he noticed her bare feet and tousled hair. Despite the slight mess she still held an alluring quality that made the human lean towards her unconsciously. “Oh, well if you need a drive somewhere... I-I'm the designated-” Lisette cut him off by reaching out to ensnare his wrist in her hand. “That won't be necessary.” Her sharp voice caught with a laugh as she gripped his arm tighter. “Ow, what the hell... holy shit you're cold as the dead!” He had reached out to push her away in pure humane reaction. “Cold as the dead! Hah!” Lisette turned around and caught sight of her two companions in the shadows. “Did you guys hear that? Oh my, this one's smart.”

She pulled the man closer to her, running a sharpen fingernail against his cheek, leaving a red line that beaded with blood. “I like smart ones.” This was murmured sinisterly as the human tried his hardest to pull from her grasp. “I think not, smartie pants.” She twisted her hand so that the thin skin of his entrapped wrist was exposed to the heavy night. “Wh- stop it! Oh my god... what the hell...” His effort to try and pull away from her was mute and as soon as her sharp canines pieced the skin of his wrist the wriggling stopped and the man became very still. “Oh..” Lisette's grip on his hand, possessive and firm, kept him on his feet as she gingerly drank. There was nothing feral about the way she fed, it was oddly beautiful and eerily immaculate. She only pulled away when his body went limp and she was forced to catch the tumbling human before he fell to the ground. “Opps.” She murmured, slowly checking the man's faint pulse. “We'll let him sleep it off.” 

Shrugging Lisette stepped away from her victim who was slumped lifelessly on the ground. She turned back to Mila and Booker, her smirk was cavalier as she fixed her hair and stepped back into the shadows feeling sedated and calm. She had wiped off her mouth and was licking the blood away from her fingers while sauntering forward. Her shoulder bumped Mila's mockingly and she grinned towards her while addressing Booker. “Your turn, love.”