The constant drone of mutterings of the city assaulted labyrinth-like corridors of the concrete metropolis. Even as night cast its magical blanket upon the giant towers it was still as bright as day to the vampire. You couldn't even capture a glimpse of the cold silver moon which was enshrouded buildings and opaque cloud. She could remember a day when you could always see tiny silver glowing pin prick beacons. It was as though someone pierced holes in the sheet of blue-black abyss. As though behind that sheet was silvery light so bright if it were not from the shade of the cosmic void one would go blind. But like the common zebra, was the backdrop merely silver on black or black on silver? She liked to think a shadow has cast its perpetual haze over the light, devouring and subduing it to its will. After all they were in a world where darkness prevailed light every single day, even the humans were corrupt. A constant battle raged on and was slowly but surely being won all to the help of creatures like her which gave into the night and into the darkness. But humans and other creatures did a fine job without the likes of her to add a little spice to the mundane air of it all.

Look into the void and the chill that you felt, that feeling where chilling eyes were watching was like her gaze, those striking predatory eyes upon a mortal's frail flesh. She was laying in wait, fueled only with malicious and predatory intent. She watched on as father with a daughter skipped by merrily, nearly tripping over her own feet. Next that passed was a couple in their own little world oblivious to the dangers that surrounded them. In an instant she could pluck their life away a easily as tearing the wings off a butterfly. Such feeble brittle creatures, she thought. If only they knew of the darkness that lay in wait within the crevices of their city, watching and waiting. It was odd that she didn't choose one of them to torment, no, tonight she had a particular taste and she intended to quench it. After all immortality gave you all the time in world and all the play things one could desire.

She was like poisoned honey, in the way that she moved with the silky smoothness only the refined supernatural could. The strength of a hundred men all wrapped up in an alluring and poised package. If only that was where it ended, maybe back when she was first turned, when her soul still clung freshly with decaying fingers. Humanity was something the huntress had very little of, as though the last few pieces of sand that fell through the cracks of a closed fist. She didn't miss it, in fact she didn't even know it was gone.

Oh she was cruel, but her cruelty was almost rivalled by that entrancing aura the glows like a faux halo around her. A beautiful sin ravishing the world in any way she saw fit. She darkened the city, meandering about, hyper aware to the walking food that ignorantly walked about like blind army ants.

Petra had wound up at a bustling bar, by no means, not her favourite setting to hunt, alas here she was. The humans tasted drab and dirty, but a meal was not the only thing the dark-haired temptress desired. Maybe it was because she craved for a little bit of entertainment. She sat, more like draped upon the barstool of a hectic bar as though she somehow made it look like a throne in the corners of the weakly lit bar. A long finger traces the smooth surface of the glass that she ordered holding the harsh bitter liquid, some strange concoction the bartender had made up. She sipped it slowly having no intention of finishing it as though she were fitting in. But when did Petra ever fit in?

The vampire's dark hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, her skin as pale as ivory, full lips darkened crimson from lipstick. Black pants clung to her every curve accompanied by a grey top, soft against her porcelain flesh. Power licked at her flesh in waves as if aching to be used. But why now? Why not wait until the perfect opportunity presents itself. Silvery blue eyes scan the crowd at the variety of people before her, the drunk slumped over his drink trying to swallow his sorrow away. A woman being harassed by a male drenched in desperation, or perhaps the lonely soul, surrounded by a group of friends and strangers still looking so alone. They were all here, the lost, the weary, the hungry, the ignorant, the liars, and the cheats. They were all here like damned circus playing out before the she-devil. The night was young and so did she appear. She had the patience better than most predators, ruthless eyes scanning before returning to her repulsive drink with a casual nonchalance.

And so she waits.