[Episode 184030] [Episode 184030]FREEDOM!
To fly unfettered like this, mistress of the night sky once more, was something that haunted her dreams for the past 16 years. Even if she had no servant to entrust with arranging a decent sanctuary, she would endure the irritation of the noonday sun or even the long-remembered indignity of the sewers and count it a small price to pay for this. As it stood with Chachamaru's aid on practicalities, the only thing between this night and perfection was the nagging desire for a... drink.
'There would be any number of strapping young men at that university I saw,' she thought, 'a few waking up from thier own festivities rather weaker than usual would be-'
"AAIEEEE!!!!!"
A woman's scream, born of terror, echoed up from the alleyways below. The traveller above frowned at the interruption even as she reflexively began circling the area. 'What business is this of mine?' she thought, 'I know no breathing soul here, nor do I owe any not terribly far away....'
Another cry from below sounded, only to be cut short by a blow.
*sigh* 'That boy is an awful, awful, influence.' she grumbled as she dove towards the source of the commotion.
******
The woman's clothes were more than half torn from her body and the bruises marked how she had been beaten into silent whimpering. However even as her assailant reached for his belt to begin what he saw as the main event, something grabbed him by the back of same and hurled him into the far side of the alley.
"Get out of here," said the blond-haired figure in the black cloak.
In no emotional shape to question any details, she snatched up the remains of her clothes and got.
"And as for you...." the rescuer said as she stepped into the moonlight and turned toward the man getting to his feet.
She bore no illusions this night, and she had few about how she looked to those ignorant of the Hidden World. The confidence of her face and stance would be read as the arrogance of an overconfident brat, her cape was almost comically overlarge if one did not note it's subtle animation, and none could associate her slender arms with any sort of strength. In short, for the untutored and mundane to look upon Evangeline Athanasia Katherine McDowell is to see the girl who went to bed the night before her tenth birthday... all those centuries ago.
That being said, there is a distinction between mere ignorance and outright stupidity. Were this man merely ignorant would have ignored the child before him as he searched the shadows for some burly assailant, instead he merely leered as he reached for the new plaything circumstance presented him.
Evangeline reached up and crushed the offending hand more swiftly than he could see....
... smiled quite broadly at him as the realization, pain, and terror grew in his eyes....
... then proceeded to take her time... educating... him.
******
It was several minutes later, just as the the shattered ruins of would be predator's arms stopped twitching feebly (a broken spine having already shut the legs down) and fully half his blood filled her, that she took note of the footsteps approaching her from behind.
"Do you mind? I'm eating." she snapped sarcastically as she glared over her shoulder (her lips still dripping with blood) at....
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