Raul could only look on in utter confusion as she feasted on the crimson river that left her wound. "You... sick fuck..." he commented, wanting to look away but deciding not to, for fear of leaving himself defenseless. Instead, he started to take a few steps back, his gun still aimed in her direction. The Spaniard desperately wanted to pull the trigger a few times and be rid of her, but the tiniest bit of conscience he had convinced him it wouldn't be worth it. It was obvious she got off on that kind of thing; she'd taken the gunshot without a flinch, it was abnormal.
Still increasing the distance between them bit by bit, he spat " It's your lucky day. But I can't promise I'll let you live the next time we cross paths".
Omen smirked slightly as she watched the boy slowly back away from her. "I can't tell you if I'll be the same...." Her voice quavered slightly from being a usual girl's voice to down to an alto voice. It was true being Omen pretty led two seperate lives. At night, she killed for a living. During the the day lived to kill.
Raul wondered what she meant by that. He quickly shook it off, though, it didn't matter to him whether she was the 'same' or not, he would still see her as the cannibal he unfortunately bumped into that day. "Whatever..." he huffed, finally lowering his aim once he was a safe distance away "I'll kill you regardless.". With that, he turned his back to her and started into a jog away. Even though his ribs ached from his earlier fight, and his wrist was sore with nail-marks, he wasn't going to walk away casually... he wanted to get away from her as fast as he could. Damn... he seriously needed a drink.
"tah-tah darlings" Omen murmured with a quiet chuckle. She looked back down at the pieces of body//damn that came out better in my mind.../// and sat down near the body and began her feast once again. She needed to eat every last drop.
The mini feast she managed to gobble all up in a manner of two or three hours, some time in that session. She smiled warmly. She felt herself begining to grow sleepy as well. Omen looked down at the ground. There were no human bodies left. Not even the skeleton was left. She smirked, happy with her work. She patted her belt lightly. The head was still attached. She reached into her pocket and rubbed her fingers over the silver ear piece. 'The birds will be getting frisky....' She thought silently to herself as she began to walk back into the deeper area of the slums, heading for the BOP hq.