The young male when she spotted betwixt the dense crowd seemed distant, lost to a vision of his own mind. He seemed so at peace, so unlike her. Perhaps that was why the vampire had her sights upon him. She was a volatile force of a vengeful god trapped within feeble skin. She was hungry, no, beyond that, she was starved. She was a ball of need and hunger and no one was safe. Yet, she cannot help but wonder what if she lulled one, just one person from that throng of people. Luring them into a false sense of security and drank them dry within the tender embrace of her illusions. If they died with a smile on their face was that so terrible? If they died in a state of euphoria to the point that they felt more fulfilled than in their entire life? She tried to rationalize this, it made perfect sense.

But why did she feel sadness, guilt at the idea of plucking their insignificant life like snatching a tasty ripened fruit from a low hanging branch. Her gaze devours him from afar, his scent calling to her like thousands of entwining whispers filling her with intoxicating thoughts.

Petra should take what she wanted without further thought, like a dragoness hoarding all the goods for herself. Only a fool would get in her way. She wanted all that ruby red liquid, but not without playing with them first. Those who did not play with their food were missing out. Especially when you were immortal.

There was something different about him, this particular human's blood smelled so fragrant and pure. It wasn't sullied with alcohol or vile blood tainting substances like the others. He was terribly mortal and young, so young he didn't have a line upon his face.

When she called out to him and the blissful mortal turns around, those striking emerald eyes strike her like a physical blow. She wanted them for herself, in a warped sort of way. In the way where she felt that need to scoop them out and hoard them for herself. They were more striking than any gemstone she had encountered in this life, she would try to make a replica of that colour with her illusions.

Petra did her best to ignore the assaulting droning of the band, the noise was nothing but a loud nuisance to her ears. This was music?? Thankfully, the whispers in her head were louder, tuning out the grating terrible sound. How she wished she could murder the band right then and there with a beast of her choosing. Those illusion the woman possessed were not mere figments, they might as well have been real. They could actually cause harm, could actually do her bidding so long as she willed it.

His smell was so distinct, she knew she could track him down should she want to. Perhaps it was that fragrance of his blood that lured the vampires toward him, hungering for that pristine blood that pumped throughout him. Yet, that nagging guilt still tormented her. But she was so hungry, so in need of that food to keep her alive. It was him or her... She made the decision the moment she uttered those pitiful words. Help me. Her powers roared and hissed like interwoven serpents within her, sparking to life as easily as a brush of a thought within her mind. What she didn't expect was just how gullible the boy with striking eyes seemed to be. Not even an ounce of worry or cynicism. She probably didn't even need to use those illusions to get him to fall to her mercy.

So easily the boy said he would help her, what a silly naive creature, she mused. Her two toned eyes devour him, her eyes going wide as she let her body tremble. Anything a timid weak little thing would do. She would play the actress, even if the hunger demanded blood, NOW. It drove her wild, almost losing control into a wild frenzy.. His face seemed so kind, so concerned. He hardly seemed like a creature who deserved this fate. She reached out for his arm, careful to touch nothing but the fabric of his shirt. She lets desperation fill her eyes, a tactic she has used many times before. Only this time it felt different.

"It is not safe... things are not what they seem." She convincingly feigned that innocence that was long since lost. If only he knew how true that statement was. She raised a trembling hand and pointed at the band on stage. She let the fear fill her eyes. "It isn't safe here.." The men were no longer men when caressed with her power but awful ghouls. She used those illusions and honed them just for him, she didn't want everyone to flee in terror, just her intended target. Their faces were grotesque and mouths agape in soundless screams. She made one of their eyes glow in a frightful way, as though if that gaze lingered upon you, you would not be able to escape.

"You aren't safe.." She drew closer to him, her words possessing a convincing fear. The ghoulish faces seem to take over the crowd, and Petra, that vile trickster was the master puppeteer. One by one those faces seem to peer upon them staring, motionless, soundless. "We must go before its too late.." She lets a cool gripping caress tickle the back of his neck, as though a cold finger brushed against his flesh, hoping to send chills down his spine literally. "I'm so scared.." She lies through her teeth and every ounce of her only wishes to smile. She tugs on his arm so gently it surprises even herself. "We need to move.."