That carnivorous aura all but radiated from that ominous figure that so stepped into the darkness of the alleyway. The vibrant hue of his emerald irises fluttered away from the kitten towards the darkened silhouette, the artist altogether oblivious to the way the peculiar cat's ears so seemed to perk upwards at the very familiarity of the man that crept ever closer. That peculiar dinging of metal upon the asphalt with each and every step was almost haunting in the still quietness of that dark winter night, provoking a fluttering of goosebumps upon Alistair's arms, though he strove to merely ignore their presence altogether. It was foolish, he was certain, to so allow such an instinctual fear to so pervade him when the fellow was likely some local looking for...something. How inattentive he was to that very jealousy that so seemed to engulf the Southern, as the man so announced him a thief for stealing that small animal within his arms - an animal with no collar, no obvious home, and, for all intents and purposes, had been curled in the darkness of a cardboard box with fear so permeating its small hissing form. Alistair's insistence that he had been ignorant of the cat's ownership hardly seemed to sooth that animosity that so seemed to lace every malicious steep or the sneer upon the man's features. The high pitched whistle from the fellow's lips shattered what little placidity so remained within that alleyway, the kitten all but scrambling within his arms, those sharp little claws digging into the fabric of his jacket as it strove to escape his grip.

Alistair hardly tried to hold onto the small animal, simply allowing her to scramble towards her master, even if he felt it distinctly....inappropriate for such a man to possess such an innocent creature. He watched as the small bundle of fur so scampered across that distance between the two men, her claws digging into the jeaned material of the fellow's leg as she scampered up his body as if she had a thousand times before, only to settle upon the man's shoulder. A small frown crossed the Artist's lips and though that matter of the kitten was no longer as pressing, Alistair was ill-inclined to give the stranger his back. There was simply....something not quite right about him, something that so fiercely pulled at the boy's instincts, demanding he remained rooted to that very spot as if his own life so surely depended upon facing that threat head-on - as he was so oft inclined to do. Alistair was all but silent as the man's hand reached upwards to stroke the kitten's fur, that soft reverberating sounds seeming to echo in that narrow space. Slowly, Alistair took a step back and yet, he hardly got terribly far before the man simply disappeared from in front of him. He was hardly prepared for the hand that dug into his hair, jerking his head backward only to cause the artist to stumble into that firm, solid chest. How the very sensation of that heated breath against his skin sent shivers down his spine, his own words quite near growled upon his lips, ineffective as they were.

He was hardly prepared for the man's finger to find the flesh of his hip, much less to trail across his chest, upwards towards his heart. His tongue ran over his lips as he tried to find some such words to offer in retaliation and yet, it was the impending knowledge of just how dangerous that very situation was that so prompted his heart to flutter and his thoughts to be distinctly blank in the rush of that very adrenaline that so filled his veins and demanded he find some method of escape. His emerald eyes fluttered over the contents of that alleyway, as if desperately searching for something or even someone who might provide the man with that assistance he all but abhorred to ask for. He struggled to find some distance between himself and the vampire behind him, his very efforts so exposing the tender flesh of his neck. The vampire's lips brushed against his skin in an almost lover's caress. The intimacy of it all unnerved him as the wet slickness of the man's tongue so ran along his flesh. He could hardly help that shudder that so accosted his frame and yet the boy was quickly assaulted with the almost tender sensation of fur against his opposite cheek. It had, admittedly, crossed his mind that perhaps, that kitten had been a set up all alone - an innocent, naive thing to attract the attention of souls like him, accosted with compassion to pause just for the benefit of her owner. But what did it matter now? That hindsight hardly helpful in that very moment as he so struggled to pull himself from that crushingly tight embrace.

His own imagination so quickly seemed to grip at the vampire's words, the artist more than capable of seeing his own decapitated head rolling along at the batting of the kitten's claws. How that very panic within him so renewed, that struggling to escape all the more potent and yet, within the vampire's strong grasp, it was all but a futile effort, his neck near forced to still beneath the man's hand as those teeth swept down his neck, only to plunge into his shoulder. The jaggedness of those teeth tore through his flesh, slicing to his tendon with such ferocity that the sheer pain of those jagged teeth brought an outcry to his lips, his back arching ever so slightly in a feeble attempt to pull himself away from those slicing teeth. How quickly that blood began to flow down his shoulder, staining the very fabric of his shirt. Those teeth roughly pulled from his flesh and yet, any relief he might have found from it was fleeting as the vampire's grip tightened upon him, those teeth plunging all over again into his neck with a growl that all but reverberated in Alistair's ear. That second scream left the boy's lips as those teeth so tore through his flesh, easily opening that major vein. How aware he was of that warmth of his own blood, staining his skin and running down his neck. The whole world seemed to become all the more...blurry to him, his body all but ceasing those attempts to find freedom as he leaned heavily into the vampire's embrace. That second bite producing little but a whine from his lips as that exhaustion so began to tug at him. He didn't want to die....not like this....this wasn't supposed to happen....and yet, he was helpless to stop it even as that small feline tongue so lapped with its sandpaper texture across his cheek. Damn that fucking cat.