Caria walked down the streets with her friend. They had each fed apart and by some stroke of luck, met back up. Eanna seemed unusually tense but Caria left it. She felt a slight twinge of guilt about her victim...
The girl could have been no more than 15. She had been sitting on a bench with a young man, kissing. Caria had easily slipped close enough to attack him. But it had gone wrong.
***
Cicily enjoyed the warmth Berin repelled. She drew back and smiled at him. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted movement and looked up. "Who's there?" She asked in a young girl's voice. Before anything else, a girl lunged towards her beloved. Cicily acted on instinct and leapt in front of him, shielding with her body.
The girl tore into her neck and she screamed in agony as crimson blood oozed to the surface and down her neck. Cicily could see Berin jump the wall surrounding the garden. The bench behind her was now a sickly red and she passed out.
***
Caria never enjoyed killing her victims. But the child had trashed too much and Caria had cut the jugular vein. The poor girl now lay on the grass beside the bench, coated in blood and dirt. She was silent until they reacehd the inn. Xan was standing in the doorway and her eyebrows raised. "Is there a reason you're standing here? Is it deffense or offense?" She asked, using her most innocent and curious tone. Caria did not want to arouse suspision from him, for she knew of the threat against him.
(KK. WOOOOOOOOTAGE! Oh, and I feel a need to tell you in case it comes up in the story. Caria is a self inflicting vampire. Meaning: She is a vampire who drinks extra because she cuts herself on her arms and legs. It's like being emo, but she heals fast from it.
