The crowd's starting to get restless around Jacob, murmuring becoming the occasional shout of "Are you sure you're okay? and "Take it home, buddy!" Incensed, he stomps his way out of the crowd, shoving people out of the way when they try to stop him.

A familiar voice whispers next to his ear, appearing as if out of thin air. "Do it. I dare you to try. I want to see you fail."

The man screams in frustration, pushing his way past the last few people to make for the alley Chris disappeared into. Amelia's already waiting for him in a shadowed corner, feet silent until he's a few yards in. By then, it's too late, and he realizes it when he turns around and finds the rogue blocking off any possible escape.

"Arrogance gets you nowhere," she chides, tone sickly sweet and dark. Her grin is wicked in all the right ways. "Except to the top of my list." She huffs a laugh. "Our list."

Her eyes flick behind their prey, lips parted it utter delight. There's no blood in the air yet, but this man is so close to it. He'll realize the truth of that soon enough. A low, dark laugh builds in her, spilling out into a cackle of delight at the end.

"Run, you piece of shit. At least make this interesting for us."