Snippet #1675693

Emily

Emily sighed as she watched the darkening forest outside of her window. She was really thirsty, she hadn't taken any blood for a while now. The clan's last hunt hadn't exactly been ideal. For some unknown reason the sire had chosen to spare their victim, a young girl who had chosen to slit her own throat. The blood had been so warm and tempting, pulsing out of the girls veins. It had drew the clan like a magnet. Emily had been so ready for it, ready for the bittersweet taste of that sacred red liquid. Emily's throat smoldered at the memory she would have so liked to taste that girls blood but there was no arguing with the sire Tyrone. He had wanted to spare her and that was that.
Emily bit her lip in longing as she thought about the possibility of a hunt tonight. When she was thirsty like this it was difficult to think of anything but blood, blood and more blood.
She could hear the new girl vampire, the sound of her footsteps, the banging of cupboards and the sound of a birds caw. She was certainly making herself at home here at the castle. Emily got up onto her feet and followed the sounds until she found the new vampire feeding a crow on the kitchen counter, she watched for a few minutes before speaking softly "Hello".