*takes the flat of your sole right to the face (ow!) and backs up a step, shaking her head rapidly, her hand pressed beneath her nose (fuck the face, why do they always go for the face??)*
*feels the tell-tale trickle of warmth, then, and her knuckles come away red* *gazes at the blood for a mortal heartbeat or two, conflicted, her tongue instinctively sweeping her upper lip (not hun-gry, not hun-gry, not hungry at all)*
*giggles madly, all of her focus on you now, and she wavers in and out of sight, features hollowed by the streetlamp's flickering glow* *sing-songs aloud* Gooooood one. I like you. *skirts the car faster than the eye can possibly follow, tearing the door free of its mooring and latching onto you with an iron grip*