Thread: When the Prey of Men find the Predator Within (translucentfeathers &  xanaphia)

It was a calm night, the evening air had a sharp bite to it that would have left Blair's skin tingling if she would have been able to succumb to simple things like temperature still. She moved swiftly through the shadows, gloved fingers tucking a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear as she scanned her surroundings. There was a stone building ahead. It looked like it used to be a library or perhaps some sort of town hall before the world shattered. The earth was reclaiming the ground though, making it impossible to tell exactly what it had been. Vines and other growth crawled across the stone as if the world was trying to mask what once had been. The walls were crumbling, torn apart from war and struggles of the human resistance when her kind rose to power. Dark amber eyes scanned the building, calculating the risks. There were no signs of life, but then again, those of the human race who still survived were still around for a reason. Mankind had become hard, their men cruel they had a lust for blood and death that rivaled almost any vampire she had met within the covens. Her lip curled recalling the stories she had been told of what depths of evil and basic instinct their mortal race had sunk to. The cruelty and torture they inflicted upon not only her kind, her people, but what they subjected their own women to as well. And yet? They had the audacity and gall to label her a monster. Blair let out a slow even breath, calming herself. She was allowing her attentions to stray and it was dangerous to lose focus so far from the sanctuary and shelter her home offered. She decided to risk searching out the building and the ruins surrounding it the knot of hunger clenching in her gut, and the risk of falling into a rage of blood lust from lack of a proper meal made it seem worthwhile. It had been days since she had fed, and if she went much longer it could cause weakness which was something she couldn't afford to succumb to when traveling alone. Easing herself from the tree line Blair kept silent as she swiftly made her way to a lower wall, scaling the crumbling structure with ease. Falling into a crouch on the other side she quickly moved out of the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through what was left of the roof. Silence. It was a good sign. With a cautious glance of her surroundings she moved through the shadows, eyes scanning the material decay littering the floor. At one point this place must have been quite beautiful. She sent an appreciative glance over the few stone arched doorways that still stood. With a soft hum she continued, becoming more relaxed and assured with each step. She paused, filtering through the remains of large paintings, the pictures cracked and peeling, frames chipped and rusting. All she had were stories of what the past had been like, when humans were the dominant race before the vsmpire lords called the covens to rise up. The politics of it had never interested in her, neither had the plights of men. She had encountered enough fools on both sides to find fault with all arguments feigning logic and reason. Her own survival was all she fought for now along with the sister and brotherhood of her coven. Something glinted when she passed, a stray beam of moonlight capturing a reflective surface as she passed. Pausing, Blair crouched, brushing away a rotten wooden frame to look into the glass of the cracked mirror that lay shattered on the floor. She ran nimble fingers across the cracked surface, frowning at the lack of a reflection. It was something she was used at this point but it was still an odd notion, not knowing what her own face looked like except through the mouths of others. With a gentle sigh she recovered the mirror, straightening to continue on through the halls in search of a meal.