All things are possible: Anastasia

[anastasia]

She is more predator than prey—designed from birth to be one with the darkness and uniquely adept at hunting things she would never want. So when she sees that she has him, at least partly, retreating, every instinct in her rears its head and gnashes its teeth. She lowers her head, bright yellow eyes narrowing, and she follows him. She snaps her sharply pointed teeth near his feet and drives him backward. “Stu-pid,” she hisses in her thick tongue, her mouth wrapping around the syllables. “Stu-pid boy. Stu-pid.”

The shadows are jerking now, dancing around between them, and while she feels affection for them—her kindred spirits—she knows he does not feel the same, and a rare anger heats her breast. “Do not. They love you.” Her voice is brittle now, and she shakes her head when he comes to a stubborn stop, the shadows of the trees calling to them. “They love you and you hurt them. Stu-pid boy. Mean boy.”

Anastasia opens up a portal next to them, the darkness sucking into it, and she lets him stare at it, the seemingly endless blackness of it mirroring the own shade of her coat. “Stop figh-ting.” She takes a step forward, letting the portal stay open for several minutes, and she presses herself against him. The motion lacked any sexual edges and was instead a motion dripping in frustration and confusion. “Stop be-ing stu-pid.” She noses his neck, his jaw, sniffing at him and trying to understand him. “Foll-ow me.”

And then she steps into the portal, hoping he would follow her into the darkness.

like the moon, we borrow our light
{I am nothing but a shadow in the night}

she is just taking him into a more shadowy part of the meadow, so no need to post anywhere else. :)