"A feral, eh?" you hear a voice softly say. Panicking, you desperately try to regain control of your body, but your lust for blood is too much. Desperately, you guzzle down more.
"That is enough, you will kill it if you take any more, you know?" the voice states gently, and a hand grasps your forehead, pulling your face upwards even though your fangs are still latched on to the feral creature's neck. You find yourself staring at a cloaked figure, who reaches up and pulls off the hood covering his face, his other white-gloved hand still grasping your face tightly, his index finger below your eyes forcing them to stay open. Your gaze locks on a pair of crimson irises inches away from your own, and a moment later, you feel as though you see a strange flash. At that instant, you are in control of your limbs again, and you release the feral creature from your jaws. Horrified, you scuttle backward until you hit the building wall, your eyes wide and your sides heaving.
"Seems it will live," the cloaked man with the red irises states evenly, still crouching next to the feral and paying you scant attention. "It should provide a good distraction for those fool Inquisitors and Guardsmen, as long as it is tidied up a bit." So saying, the man takes a cigar lighter from under his cloak and holds it against the metal handle of a cane which had been lying next to him. Satisfied it is hot enough, he calmly sticks the cane handle against the area of the feral's neck where you had bitten it, burning away all trace of the fang marks as the feral whimpers weakly but remains unconscious. You crinkle your nose at the smell of smoldering flesh.
Wiping off the cane handle with a handkerchief, the man then turns to you, as you are too petrified to move. While a black cloak covers his clothes, you can tell that it is of high quality, nothing that belongs in this corner of town. His dark hair only serves to make his crimson eyes glow ominously, especially against the pale skin of his face. Suddenly, he stops before you and reaches out a gloved hand for you to take, yet it is not this but his wide smile which captures your rapt attention. Fangs! Did that mean he was...
"We should not linger here," the stranger says softly, offering you his hand. "Will you not join me for a little while, young lady?"