She watched, silent and with awe at the sight before her. Her gaze devoured all that she saw as she watched from the shadows, the only clue to her presence being the glow of her eyes. Never had she seen such skill, such quiet grace. He spun and flipped, his every movement precise. The moonlight shined upon him, as though greeting a long lost friend. Indeed it seemed so, he could have been spun from moonlight, such was his colouring. Beautiful yet feral. So close she could almost touch his pale skin; yet so far away like the moon itself. He moved like a cat, capable of stillness, but with the energy of the sun burning through his veins. He was so beautiful. So beautiful.
She often came here, for the quiet which was only broken by the passing of the occasional train. This dark tunnel was the only place where she could be completely alone with her thoughts. She had peace in other places, true; but this had a special quality to it. One which, for her, was extremely hard to find. Now, though, a fire burned in a corner, filling the area around it with a cheery warmth. The man's weapon extended as he struck it upon the floor. Forming a spear, the blade edged with swirling designs. As she watched, he sliced a drop of water in two, only adding to his perfection in her eyes. He was someone to match her, she was sure of it. His deadly dance finished, punctuated by the sudden passing of a train; crowded with people who remained oblivious to the other world that was trampled beneath their own.
"How long have you been there my friend?" His voice sounded in the dark. It made her blood freeze. Had she been discovered? Rejection had already been her quota for the day, another was beyond her. He held up the spear and it retracted. A ring was visible on the middle finger of his right hand, but due to the darkness she couldn't make it out. Normally that wasn't a problem for her, but it was...slippery. It refused to be looked at. "They're over there. I bought them today. I haven't fed them...at all" His voice softened and became darker toward the end. It senta shiver of fear down her spine. The only thing was, it was tinged by lust.
"I will go up first," he moved to stand beneath the light, turning up his face towards the surface. "You will follow. And remember Mr Wink... don't be shy." As he spoke it became ever clearer to her that he wasn't talking to her, but to someone else. She couldn't see anyone on the shadows, but then again Mr. Wink was a name even if it was quite peculiar. Suddenly a low growl echoed through the tunnel, drawing her attention to a big hulking mass of a creature. Like the ring he refused to be looked at and slipped from her gaze. She was most glad she wasn't a screamer. THat thing could tear her to pieces. It...it was indescribable. It, Mr. Wink was made of impressions to her; muscle, height, width, power. Fear was prominant but she refused to be beaten.