Lucy scarpered, as quick as her legs could carry her, hitching up skirt to make the best of her escape attempt. She would not be denied! Not now! Only once out through the door, though, burns and all, did hte brunette even think to slow. Perhaps not even then, for she had shot half-way up the street without a care in the world.
She needed to feed - and feed deep. There was no way in the world she could even think of subtlety now.