As she was waiting at the spot where she had been tonight, she was waiting a long time and she was almost certain that she wouldn’t get a reward for killing the nine people in the basement in some stupid old abandoned house and she wasn’t exactly agreeing with the way of working. So she sat there as a shadow of her former self, her arms crossed in front of her chest and almost pouting, she knew how to resist that childish behaviour though and she waited, there must be some issues and when finally someone showed up, she jumped up, ready to take a stand. Her mind was leaning towards the crazy, all she could do was keep her mouth open, breath for as far it was still necessary for her through her mouth and her eyes fixated on the pulse of the blood vessels that she could see. She felt something nudging her right leg and she tried to focus but she simply needed blood to sooth her anger and hunger and the whole idea of not turning crazy but she didn’t do that. She closed her eyes, shivered in a static way and turned to look at this man, this priest person as if she was some sort of robot. He handed her the jewels for the reward, ”Next time, make your job clear.” she hissed because normal talk would take too much effort, and she turned away, she would go into the forest and find a better victim. Probably tastier than this one as well. Of course it wasn’t that easy for this guy called after her with a simple but desperate: Wait! and so she did. She would curse herself for that later but she didn’t turn around, if she had to look at this old guy one more time, she was sure she would have dinner in seconds. He had another job for her to do and she clenched her fist, money was a good motivation but she was hungry. She heard the words; kill them and she decided that drinking blood could kill people and she turned around. Biting her lip, not hard enough to make it bleed because that would trigger her too much but she nodded, ”Fine. But you better show up on time this round.” she said and she walked away from him and to the apartment that she was renting to get her cloak and leave Victoire behind, a white fluffy walking cloud would distract people. The vampyre didn’t like to jobs on her own but it was better for Victoire not to see what she was going to do.

She closed the door behind her and covered her wine red coloured hair with the cloak and headed back out on the street. Again there was barely anyone, it was only two hours later than her first adventure, where the heck was everyone? She would find a place to hide completely and fix her bright red eyes on a flier. She didn’t have to save the fliers right? Just stop the people?

This job was boring again and she crossed her arms in front of her chest like the teenager she was before. Finally two people appeared, cloaked like her and it was that she was a vampyre else their outfits had worked. She narrowed her eyes and followed their every move, they stopped in front of the flier where she had had her eyes on and one tore it apart. A smile appeared on her lips and she stared at the pulse again that she could see. Food had just arrived, what a party. She stepped out of the alley where she had stood to wait and the two apparently noticed her as they sprinted off, oh boy this was a running buffet? She didn’t like the idea but hurried after the two. They seemed to be sticking together! So much more food, it really made her happy only the running was an issue but they didn’t seem to be able to hold on as long as she could and the worst thing for them was: the dead end in the alley that they took. If she was in the mood to talk and close to her sanity, she would say something as: such a pity, I thought you knew the town. However she wasn’t, she would only growl and the boys threw off their cloak. As if she would pity them because they were young; it was only tastier. One of them stepped forward and opened his mouth to blabla some idiot shit like: ” Do you know what is scarier than the monsters who hides in the light and shows its teeth in the dark? The monster who does not hide in the light but hides its teeth behind a smile." and she applaud him if she had the motivation to move her hands, ”Funny, you just bumped into one.” she smiled no longer hiding her teeth behind closed lips. She sprinted to the boy that was standing in front and turned his head with a hard tug so she would hear a loud crack and stared with her red glowing eyes to the other one who cowered towards the wall, ”Finally my meal.” and she walked closer to him, pushed him against the wall and pushed her teeth in the skin of his neck and sucked blood for as long as she felt needed and until he stopped struggling and until he felt limp in her hands and she let go. He dropped on the ground, apparently not dead yet for he muttered something before falling silent and she, now less insane, felt his pulse. Which died down and she stood up. Fine, she could leave this here? She cleaned her mouth with the back of her right hand and headed back to her home to get Victoire and to the spot to meet up with the priest and get paid again. She had no hungry feeling anymore, so she could look at him again. For now.