When Seira wandered about, she did not expect to meet with anybody. Hargeon Town was fairly popular lately; the woman noticed larger groups of tourists than usual and in spite of summer fading away, humans still enjoyed the weather by the beach. She hardly bothered with any of that, however, and instead spent time inside until nightfall. Seira’s sleeping schedule was a mess (it had been for a while now) and the vampire decided that what little sleep she got was enough for her to survive on—it had to be. It was difficult to balance a supposedly human life alongside a second, different one, but she did fairly well according to her own statistics.
Seira completed some late night grocery shopping, and since there wasn’t much she required to sustain herself, she stopped by a rundown bar for a few drinks. Vampyrism had made her sturdy and strong—she used to be a light weight, but Seira rarely got drunk these days. Besides, the alcohol did a decent job at suppressing the thirst for human blood, that alone was a good enough reason for her to drown herself in it. She left after an hour, perhaps a little longer, and although the drinks did put a soft damper on her senses, she was by no means defenseless or careless (not that anything ever happened here anyways).
The woman returned home to the adorable house she’d rented in the suburban streets of the town and entered the building without turning the lights on. Seira placed her groceries onto the kitchen counter and slowly dragged herself across the living room, where she would reach for a half-filled glass of whiskey and the bottle next to it. She took a seat by the table, sipped on her drink and although it took her a while, the vampire eventually began to notice the sudden change in the air—something was different. Seira sighed heavily (she would have reacted differently, but the circumstances made her lenient) and placed her glass down before crossing her arms in front of her chest.
”Who’s there?”