Within the Grey Shadow

The night air was chilly, whipping across her little, curvy body, threatening to tear that delicate, crimson silk from her very person. It mattered not to her. She had been reborn into darkness and cold. Her body did not need warmth. Her body needed... other things.
She hugged the shadow of the alley, her steps quick and purposeful as she pulled her black, velvet cloak's hood down lower over her lovely face. She had to hide her eyes... those eyes of glassy jade that could and would pierce through the very souls of the unsuspecting. Her blood-red lips set atop that white marble chin were all that could be seen now of the darkly-cloaked woman as she stalked the dimly-lit cobblestone streets.
With a sudden loss of all things sane in her mind, she stilled. There was something touching her, all around touching her, eerily touching her. Pressing her back against cold bricks, no sound did she make. She lifted her face to the wind. There it was. An old smell. Smell of an ancient. Smell of the wise and dangerous. Smell of something which unsettled her greatly... and, it smelled her, too.
Her senses were keen, far more so than the masses. But, even then, she'd still not heard him behind her as she'd retreated further into the alley, walking backwards. A long, slender hand crawled slowly over her shoulder, a voice of the ages cutting through her back as an elongated, grey shadow crept over and beyond her.
She stood paralyzed, only her veridian eyes moving as the pupils within enlarged. He slowly turned her. She was somehow able to push back her hood, taking in the full of the ancient. Her full lips parted, her eyes never blinking, she drank in the sight of him. His aura cold and shades of only gray, he disturbed her spirit, yet she was being drawn into him. She could feel it. And, it wasn't his doing. Something else, yes, something else entirely was pushing her toward him. She wasn't being physically forced into him, no. But, everything within her, be it soul or heart or spirit, was being magnetically drawn to him.
There were no words from her mouth. There didn't need to be. He understood her. He was already in her mind. She could only let him feel her. He would know her, know her secrets. She cared not, for what he wouldn't expect... She would know his.