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Darla Bennett looked at her long blood-red nails, satisfied with the paint job. She tapped one delicately; it was dry. She smiled, pushed her platinum-blonde curls out of her icy eyes and stood up.
It was nearly midnight and she was hungry and ready to hunt. She dismissed the lower-level vampires that had done her manicure that night and pulled some clothes onto her nude form. A matching black silk underwear set, a pair of black leather pants, and a red tank top. Her soft blonde curls fell around her shoulders and she slipped her feet into a pair of black leather boots.
"I'm going out." she said dismissively to her parents as she left the house. Not really a house, though. More of a mansion. Darla's "parents" were part of a very powerful vampire coven. The heads of it, actually. They took in a lot of money, though nobody seemed to know where it came from. Being vampires, they couldn't exactly keep day jobs.
Darla shivered slightly as the cool night air hit her pale skin. Though she had been dead for nearly one hundred years, Darla never failed to become excited and electric at night, as though every night were her first hunt.
She began walking, not really having a purpose as to where she was going. The moon was large and full and seemed to be guiding her. Darla was nearing the graveyard when she spotted him. Her prey for the evening. He was large and looked strong, but nothing she couldn't handle.
She neared the graveyard and decided to sit for a while. She chose a headstone near the entrance so that she could easily spy her prey walking past, and sat down on top of it, soaking in the beautiful night.
Darla Bennett looked at her long blood-red nails, satisfied with the paint job. She tapped one delicately; it was dry. She smiled, pushed her platinum-blonde curls out of her icy eyes and stood up.
It was nearly midnight and she was hungry and ready to hunt. She dismissed the lower-level vampires that had done her manicure that night and pulled some clothes onto her nude form. A matching black silk underwear set, a pair of black leather pants, and a red tank top. Her soft blonde curls fell around her shoulders and she slipped her feet into a pair of black leather boots.
"I'm going out." she said dismissively to her parents as she left the house. Not really a house, though. More of a mansion. Darla's "parents" were part of a very powerful vampire coven. The heads of it, actually. They took in a lot of money, though nobody seemed to know where it came from. Being vampires, they couldn't exactly keep day jobs.
Darla shivered slightly as the cool night air hit her pale skin. Though she had been dead for nearly one hundred years, Darla never failed to become excited and electric at night, as though every night were her first hunt.
She began walking, not really having a purpose as to where she was going. The moon was large and full and seemed to be guiding her. Darla was nearing the graveyard when she spotted him. Her prey for the evening. He was large and looked strong, but nothing she couldn't handle.
She neared the graveyard and decided to sit for a while. She chose a headstone near the entrance so that she could easily spy her prey walking past, and sat down on top of it, soaking in the beautiful night.