The evening had settled gracefully, a blanket of crimson and orange had painted the hills just for a little while before the purple and blues of twilight began. The blanket of the sky was changing, bringing forth the blanket of the night before she decided to get up and continue her journey. There was no rush for her to get where she was going, none at all. The journey she was on belonged to nobody but herself. There was no errand list for someone else, no target to stalk and kill, just her and her peace of mind.
She had heard there was a witch who lived in the area, owning an inn, in fact. It was said that she was a witch that could possibly help solve a problem with one of her potion recipes. The mountains of Switzerland were rarely explored by humans, dangerous heights and predators of all kinds lied in wait there, some ravenous for their next meal.
She had found the Inn hours ago, but elected to not go inside â not just yet. She had decided that scoping it out first fared a much better idea than just to go barging inside. She had sat on the mountain side practically the entire day, just nonchalantly lying against the rocks, arms behind her head while one leg was propped on the knee of the other. Guests came and went, workers bustled about, and it didn't take long before she honed in on the witch herself. Through the day she learned that her name was Elsa, and she was a very warm and very loved individual, and with such a diverse staff, she had to be.
Reaching into her bag beside her, she pulled out a flask and popped the cork. The flask was made of a thick glass, light blue in colour. A dash of gold could be seen with the proper lighting, and she took a single swig, making not even so much as a flinch to give away the taste. Corking it, she stuffed it back into her bag before pulling out a metal canister. It was silver, one of those temperature retaining thermoses and as she screwed off the top she reacted almost instantly, purring at the sent of whatever was inside.
Being a vampire had its perks, she could lay on the mountainside all day and not have to come near anyone to hear their conversations. The flowing river of thoughts were hers for perusing should she wish to do so, but it didn't help her need to feed on something â especially when the sound of heartbeats reached her ears. While she could have reached out, taking bits of energy here and there, it would have been a waste of the blood that she had packed away for the journey.
Holding the small thermos cup, she poured the beautiful brick red liquid inside, watching it swirl into itself with the pour, churning up the metallic earthy taste and smell. Stopping before it was too full, she lifted the cup to her lips and sipped slowly at first, then downed the rest. She watched two go into the Inn, and that was when she finally decided to pack up and head that way too.
A vampire was in their mists, a bear who had the absolute wrong idea about vampires â at least her anyways â and a male who apparently couldn't remember a single thing about himself. Interesting. Slinging her bag over a shoulder she walked towards the building, eyeing the gargoyles immediately and strutting past. The near silent swish of tight black leggings came with every step, and when her feet hit the flooring, so did the clack of her heels. A deep purple blouse was buttoned up to the middle of cleavage here it was pushed open by her chest, just enough to cast a shadowing between the valley of her breasts. A black corset surely didn't help any, but hey, when half of your abilities allowed you to manipulate the easiness of men, wouldn't you dress the part too?
Lifting a hand, she ran it through her hair idly looking around for a moment, inhaling the scent of food, blood and pheromones mixed together and she began to tune out the sounds around her â thoughts and heartbeats mixing into a sloshing sound of annoyance. Staying back, she waited to see if someone would approach her, noticing the witch Elsa's attention was already preoccupied by someone else.