The moonless sky revealed a mass of silver stars in its veil of black as the vampires crept out of their holes for another night in eternity. Just another night of hunting, for most. A night of politics and games for others. Another night of figuring out who and what they are, for a few.

One in particular was having a night of freakish awareness. Imagine waking up and feeling the sudden urge to kill your dog for a nice, big gulp of blood. Instead, the frightened teenager rushed into the street, running towards the place where he always meet up with his peers. He felt safe there...

Until he smelled the jogger. His thirst was so uncontroled, he would rather rip the person's throat out than greet them properly. He was getting too close for the jogger's comfort when another woman's voice cracked throught the chill air.

"Whoa, there, son," the woman intervened, grabbing him on the shoulder. The jogger did not need to think twice before taking off, as far away as possible from the crazed teen. The grip was strong, but the teen realized he was stronger than before. He spun on his heels and faced the enemy with hands clawing at her face quicker than a mortal could see.

The woman was faster. She grabbed his wrists, pushing him towards the ground with so much force, he gasped for air. Then, he realized, he need not to breath.

Shaking his head, he struggled to rise. The rush of power was fading.

"You need to feed, youngster," she told him. Her pace face seemed to glow from behind black curls. She eyed him for a long moment, as he glanced around in wonder. The sense had been knocked back into him for the moment. "Damn," she blurted, "you are brand spanking new!"

((Just making up a temp. new vampire for fun. Anyone can "play" him.))