A party. A prime opportunity for mischief and blood lust. Crowds made for easy targets, murder came easy when people were packed into places like this. Too busy enjoying the festivities, too busy staring at the beautiful woman on fire. Iliana cut quite the figure on the dance floor, seemingly lost to a trance as the music played, swaying in time to the beat in a seductive dance, the living flames of her dress caressing her bare skin at it moved with her. She danced to draw in their attention, to keep their eyes upon her slender and sensual form, positively oozing with passion.
That was right. Let them all look, let them keep their gaze upon her. The more they looked, the quicker she could get hold of their pulse, just as her beloved Bianca had taught her, and then she could set them all on fire… she could use her own, natural, elemental talent to infuse their blood with her flames. She could set their bodies on fire internally and watch as they all writhed and danced in pain, dying as their bodies burned without a reason. Only she would know, her and Bianca, if her beloved ever arrived. Oh and how proud her mate would be of her.
There, there was one, one ripe for burning, she had their pulse now, she could feel their blood racing alongside her own, she was in sync with them now. A small smile crossed the woman’s beautiful face, a dark and dangerous smile that her Pack knew all too well, it meant death for those who saw it, and death was exactly what awaited her prey. Her eyes opened, dancing with her own internal flames, as she set her sights upon the man whose blood sang to her, so loud the music no longer existed.
her fingers flexed and with another grin, she flicked them, setting his blood alight, laughing as he began to scream and dance, the other party goers screaming alongside him, out of fear and confusion… all while the strange woman laughed…