In the darkness of the still night she lurked the abandoned streets looking for her next feast.
Her black cloak swept the ground lightly as she wandered down the cobble stone streets.
She entered the tavern visited mainly by the same as her kind.
She suddenly felt the aurora of her enemy and decided she didn't feel like battling.
Kat walked back out of the tavern and down the streets again.
Kat's red leather, military boots made a click-click noise on the cobble stone layed on the streets.
Her long, black cloak covered her short, red satin gown and the hood covered her long, golden brown, curly hair.
Her yellow cat eyes were shining brightly and her fangs glistened in the moon light.
She refused to fiest upon the innocent so she often went days without the taste of the sweet liquid on her tongue.
She loved to feel the thick liquid run down her throat and to feel the energy circulate faster and faster through her veins.
Then she heard a blood curdling scream and shortly after a man ran out of a house in the oposite direction the scream came from.
Kat knew he killed the woman the scream belonged to.
She made herself appear in front of the man without an inch, for she had these powers.
She grabbed his head and moved it so the pail almond flesh of his neck was fully shown.
The vein in his neck bulged with every beat of his heart.
She then sunk her pearly white fangs into the vein and drank till she felt his heart stop.
The power in her surged forcefully through her veins once again.
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