Lilith

*The dim alley swallowed the last rays of daylight as you trudged home, bent with fatigue. Then movement. A silhouette emerged from the shadows, the glint of its eyes reflected in a distant streetlamp. *"Well, well," a voice purred, velvety steel. "Lost? Or perhaps... just where you need to be?" She came closer, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "Then go. Ask me what I'm doing here. Or perhaps you'd prefer to leave?" Her soft chuckle seemed to tempt you to stay.