Petra hardly anticipated for the man to die, she had set up her illusions just so to lull him into pleasure, so she could feed. She was careful, so careful as she drank, with the softest touches she had ever afforded to another in her life. Human's were such fragile things, who would have thought his heart would have given out the moment those fangs pierced the skin. Just how taxingly arduous it was to try and feed this way, to worry about the wellbeing and concern of another. And still they die, even despite her best efforts to keep him alive. A billowing frustration washes over her as she tucked an ashen brown strand of those long cascading locks behind her ear and away from her face. Never had she imagined this lifestyle to be so very problematic. Sebastian had assured her it was possible, and she was the dazzling fool to believe him. In her former state she would have hardly allowed herself to fall for such a fallacy. How she remembered a simpler time, a time where she simply took what she wanted without heavy repercussion, without the chains of guilt around her throat. Now it swarms her like a sea of locusts, that tangible guilt swirling about her calculating mind, buzzing relentlessly. A gentle frown marred her features, the illusionist fueled only by her own frustration. She had barely fed and the hunger still remained within her belly, only half sated. It hardly seemed right to continue once his human heart gave up so simply, ceasing to beat. It was hardly a bad way to go, but this was her first time hunting alone and it was not her intent to kill the man.

"I'm sorry." She murmured to that slumped corpse she held within her slender arms, her words felt like chalk within her mouth. But that vampiric strength had made it possible to keep him upright. The man was large, with reddish brown hair and golden-brown eyes. How his face seems to torment and taunt her already. How her undead life had truly once been a far simpler time, she was revered as she was feared. She did as she pleased and faced no ridicule for it. But now their eyes, those piercing eyes of her victims seemed to make her feel as cold as her body felt.

Petra practically dragged her prey down the street haphazardly, using the persuasive touch of her powers to conceal them. However, a man in a police uniform seemed to see right through those very illusions that had once been so secure, like she once had been. Such powerful illusions they were, even when hindered by that very humanity that only proved to weigh her down. How do humans function this way? How do they deal with these pesky emotions that buzz about their head, endlessly, buzzing, hindering? It was exhausting, to say the least.

The vampire woman picked a store that still had the lights on, practically dragging that useless unanimated body behind her like ragdoll. She could hardly just leave him there. Of course, she could but these strange new emotions were affecting the woman in inexplicable ways. She was greeted with a resounding, soft but pleasant dinging sound. Her vibrant teal eyes quickly scanned the business, artwork plastered against the walls, the subtle smell of ink lingering in the air that her sensitive nostrils picked apart so curiously. His scent wafting toward her like a lure, distracting her focused mind that was fixated upon misleading that officer that was upon her trail. That peculiar, haunting gaze then lands upon a tall imposing, muscular man with striking features, oh good. Someone. He could be of use to her.

"Pretty human...thing, would you mind watching this for me? He shouldn't be a bother." She hoisted that body onto the countertop, without waiting for a reply, she cast a fleeting glance to the irritable man sitting behind it. She was quite certain he was mortal, he had a steady heartbeat.. but something felt so very different, she had sensed the peculiar sensation of magic which was why the woman seemed to correct herself hastily by calling him 'thing'.

"I need to keep the authorities.... occupied." That nightingale voice lingered in the air. Those eerie, haunting notes weaving through the very air that lingered between them. With a sigh she abandoned the body for the warlock to mind, expecting him to mere just follow her orders as if this were all a terrible mundane thing to ask a complete stranger.

With an idle flick of her hand, she encases all the surrounding stores in what appears as a thick cement wall. Every entrance, exit, or window was concealed under her potent illusion. Although the strange thing about this vampire's powers was the fact that even though they were an illusion, they looked and felt real. In fact, they could actually do damage like the real thing. So for now, even if that man had wanted to leave it would have been impossible unless that peculiar trickster should allow it.

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