Darkness and more darkness

What was with her and getting lost now a days? This was probably the fifth time this week that she'd gotten lost in random places, that she would usually never go into normally. But of all the places she had to get lost in today, it just had to be Knockturn Alley, didn't it? Of course it had to be, thanks to a random mob of people running around in Diagon Alley for some odd reason. Something to do with either the apothecary or Weasley's, she supposed.

Probably Weasley's.

Hitame sighed and looked around, grabbing her cloak and holding it tightly as she did so. She'd never been in Knockturn Alley before, and she didn't know how to get out of there. But, she hadn't been scared of most things for a while now, and she definitely wasn't scared now. Although, the people that were there did kind of creep her out and she averted her eyes every time she came across someone.

Her pace began to quicken as she found herself going deeper and deeper into the Alley. Damn it. she swore to herself mentally, as she realized that she was getting even more lost than she was before. And right now, there was no one to help her get out. No Naomi ... and no Sophia. How was she supposed to get out of this? She doubted there was anyone decent enough there, that would offer to help her.

There was little more to do as a poltergeist than trail blood and carve scars. And as such it was an occupation that Vito thoroughly enjoyed and rarely strayed from. For despite his frequent complaints of the lifestyle he led, there were a great number of perks to being a blood lusting son of a Jack, and on many an occasion Vito exploited said benefits with the consistency of the swaying of a mood. The less fortunate were always losing themselves along Knockturn Alley's winding banks, after all. And as King of the Alley, Vito saw to it that none of said travelers were left to aimlessly wander his streets. Most certainly not so late in the evening.

A lost soul screamed so ear piercingly as to rattle a near door sign, which read: Sorry, We're Open.

"Shshshsh," Vito cooed with a smirk that twisted and wound in a sight quite nauseating to behold.

A second scream; louder than the first. More tortured and desperate.

"Be quite, whore, I'm only retouching your roots," Vito replied as he tore from the young blonde's skull another thick patch of her bloodied scalp. And without turning from the woman whom he held so mercilessly against one of the vacant apothecary's surrounding walls, Vito addressed his newly obtained audience (cue; Hitamé), "Hello dollface, take a look, have a seat, and I'll be rrrright with you," He purred.

She was doubting that she would get out of this place anytime soon, and though she tried to remain calm as she walked through Knockturn Alley, the screams she heard made her stop in her tracks. She looked around frantically, wondering where they'd come from. They sounded so close, and Hitame was actually starting to feel scared, too scared to even want to find the source of the screams.

She kept walking, though, and soon she found herself staring at a very gruesome site. Her eyes widened and she felt herself gag at what she saw. Her hand immediately went up to her mouth, and she felt an urge to run, but her feet wouldn't move from where they were.

Her body stiffened and a chill ran down her spine when he spoke. She didn't answer back and she didn't move at all. All she did was stare at him, and watch what he did to the blonde he had held to the wall. Hitame swallowed hard and felt as though he entire body had gone numb. Something was telling her to run, yet she couldn't do it. It was like something was keeping her there, and no matter how much she wanted to run, it wouldn't let her go.