She sat in the tavern, her eyes shifting from that person to that, carefully noting different aspects of their appearance that gave way to the sort of life that they lived. There was one that was a male dressed in fine threads with the most expensive wine: a noble. Another with common attire but sharp eyes and workers hands: a merchant. She spied a warrior, a whore, a priest, and traveler…
Bright green eyes continued to shift to those until finally settling on one. He was lowly, dressed in worn clothes and bitterness in his eyes. A thief. He was common enough, although a little skinny for her tastes. There were plenty of them in the city and often enough they came and went like the wind. With a little smile she rose from her dark corner and walked to his table.
The game was simple enough. Earn interest and lure away. She did not ask if she could sit, simply sat as if the table was her own. In moments with a few glances and well-chosen words she had his interest both mentally and physically. So long ago she would have hated her body and the way that he looked at her. Now it was promising for what she needed.
When he finally not so subtly hinted at going somewhere more private, she could barely hold back the feeling in her stomach. Holding his hand in her own, she led him out of the tavern and well enough away to a place for their solitude. She could hear his heart beat, fast and strong with anticipation. His rough hands grabbed her and turned her to press her body up against his own. There was no grace or adoration in his gaze. He was lusty with a need for flesh.
“Tell me what you need.” He said, trying to sound commanding but it took will power to not roll her eyes at his lacking tone.
Lifting up her hands, she carefully cradled his head in her hands and smiled warmly up at him with a look of hunger. “I need to eat you.”
There was a brief look confusion and in a blur of motion his neck was snapped from her hands twisting his head sharply. His body feel to the ground with all the grace of a sack of potatoes. Kneeling down, she used her knives, she cut up open and sank her hands into his still warm body, pulling out his liver and heart to consume first before moving onto the muscles. Nearby she could hear the sounds of animals scenting blood. They did not venture closer as she fed, knowing better to let the larger predator have their meal and feast on the scraps afterwards.
Once full, she licked her fingers clean and gracefully rose to her feet. Hunger defeated for now, she could venture off to her normal grounds and be social with those she considered her friends.