04-08-2010, 07:31 AM
Rose licked her lips as she dropped her prey to the ground. The pretty homeless boy lay in an awkward position, his blood drained. Smiling wickedly down at him, she raised her hand, to lick the blood that had dripped onto her fingers. She left the boy buried in a dumpster, knowing that no one would miss him much, as he had probably left his family a long time ago.
Stretching she felt the fresh blood sing through her veins and sighed gloriously. Oh how she loved the taste of the young ones, their blood full of hope and energy. She had been lucky to find this source, untainted from drug or alcohol abuse.
She looked to the night sky, the moon was only just rising, so it was still early for Rose. Although vampires couldn't be killed by sunlight anymore, she preferred to sleep during the peak hours of the day to avoid the sluggishness the midday sun sometimes caused. She liked to always be alert and ready in case of trouble. And usually there was trouble around.
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