Onto the staircase

Jessica took a brief moment to wipe herself down. But the need to move overtook her once more. While her head felt heavy, her body felt light and flush, as an afterglow lingered in her pale flesh. All around her the moonlight lit up the night more vividly than any streetlight. She choose to ignore the strange shifting motion on some of the buildings. Not having the time or need to understand it.

Prowling the night, Jessica came to her last staircase, she could see a would-be huntsmen with an axe and torch leaned against the wall. Instinct told her his relaxation was affected, and he lie in wait in ambush. Though, a different instinct could tell it wasn't bloodlust that had stirred in him in reaction to her. Jessica's mouth watered, though she couldn't place this hunger through the pounding in her temples. Ideas danced through her head, Seduction? Fight him? Run past? Best his wits? Take another path? Jessica placed her foot upon the first step, her mind made before she herself knew it.