It is perhaps a testament to just how very exhausted that man is that he hardly notices his own predicament, stepping easily past other beings, hands within his pockets, focused only on his own continued blur of thoughts that refused to quieten themselves and allow for that desperate embrace of sleep he so reverently desired. His step from the curb and very near into the path of an oncoming taxi is halted only by the sudden embrace of another individual, cool finger encircling his elbow, halting his advance and resulting in little more than the angry blaring of a Taxi horn that on any other day may well have coerced a string of decorative expletives from him and yet, the gentle sound of a woman's voice offering a casual warning followed rather suddenly by that ever telling chill along his spine sees any attempt at his usual reaction abandoned, the distinct feel of vampire slamming every nerve within his body attention, forcing a wakefulness within him that saw any hint of sleep flee from his system. The man very near pivots in place, the red-haired woman already hurriedly making her way back into the crowd, no doubt having realised her own mistake and indeed for a moment or so Azrael merely...watches, golden eyes resting upon her retreating form, that desire to hunt surging within his veins like a vile and potent drug that he has forever been willing to serve and yet tonight he merely.....waits.

He has seen this woman before.

For some moments longer the tall blonde man watches the woman go, hardly concerned with her attempts to evade him, his own affinity allowing for a speed far superior to anything even her vampire reflexes may be capable of conjuring, merely allowing the memory of the party from before to formulate within the forefront of his mind. He had seen here there, he is sure, his mind rarely given to forget the enemies it notes and yet she had, perhaps mercifully for her, been one of the few whom had refrained from bothering him entirely too much with her existence. In fact he had been given a very similar impression to the one that existed before him now. She was young in every sense of the word, an aged, more experienced leech not nearly so entirely naive as to make the mistake she just had and as such perhaps his curiosity is....stoked. He has already met his killing quota for this week, the Council seeming to have decided that attempting to curb his enthusiasm was perhaps the way to handle his 'energy' as they put it, as if setting him some sort of goal was going to earn him a gold star and Employee of the Month title. Either way, the girl is hardly a big target, in fact, she is nothing, not even worth the time it would take to clean her blade from his blade and as such perhaps his interest is less violent then it may otherwise have been.

It takes him barely a moment, a second at best, to suddenly appear before her, the girl very near colliding with him should she not be capable of stopping herself as his arms merely fold loosely across his chest, blocking her path with calculated ease- his speed so vastly superior to her own as the gold of his gaze drifts to the blue orbs that exist within her own smooth features, silent, merely observing her before the barest hint of a frown crosses his youthful face.

"Why did you grab me, just now?"

It is perhaps not the question she was given to expect and yet the often irritable blonde is rarely predictable in anything save for his near constant bad mood, one that seems to be held at bay, at least for this moment. His frame remains tense, poised, entirely ready to move or defend should the girl be foolish enough to attempt sort of assault upon him, far to many years within this game having assured him that they...supernaturals, were anything other then trustworthy. Vile, useless creatures, the lot of them and yet that this one may contain even the barest shred of humanity somewhere within her otherwise wretched form has perhaps earned her a momentary reprieve from his stake.

"Oh stop looking so fucking tense, I'm not going to stab you with anything. All I want to know is why the hell you pulled me back. If I had the chance I would have pushed you in front of a car- hence my curiosity."

There is a part of him, small though it is, that manages some fleeting sense of....pity for those made into these things against their will, for those humans forced into this life in much the same way as he was, so many years ago. He remembers that, better perhaps then he remembers anything else, that feeling of having humanity snatched entirely away from you only to stare at the seemingly never ending road ahead. It was a small blessing, in some regard, that his physical form had changed very little, a change a forced Were or Vampire was hardly afforded and some hidden place within what remained of his own humanity- pitied them that. It is a sigh that leaves his lips this time, one hand reaching up to run loosely though those locks of white gold hair, darker within the gloom of the night, words softer now, lacking the bite of earlier though he still remained outside of her reach, unwilling to have her cursed form anywhere near his own.

"Your young aren't you?"