Anna woke up when a soft crash erupted from her elbow. After a brief second of staring wildly around, she realized she had tipped the pile of books she had gathered off the table. She stared down at the mess as she recalled taking refuge in the library when dawn had reared its beautiful face, and chided herself for falling asleep. What if someone had noticed her? The white-faced girl asleep in the library... what if they had gotten close enough to see... but no, that was silly. Humans already considered her a freak, but they had no idea of her true nature.
Yawning delicately, her retractable fangs yearning for a meal, she slid away from the table, placed the books back on the table, and began sorting through them. All history books on ancient cultures and civilizations, especially the greeks, of whom she was fond.
It would soon be dark enough outside for her to leave, but she prefered waiting until night had fully settled, to avoid any unnecessary burns to her fragile skin. She had not seen or sensed any of her own kind in the building, and idly wondered whether she would be forced to venture into the shadows to seek out her fellows. She was curious about the other immortals in the city, amazed so many dwelt in a single area, but yet anxiety plagued her. Mortals had not tolerated her presence because of her appearence, and she had spent most of her immortal life alone, but loneliness had descended upon her. Forever is too long a time to spend alone.