"Here you go. $450 for rent and utilities. Thanks Barb. I'll be back maybe next weekend. Remember to eat that sandwich and drink the orange juice on the table there. You'll feel better.... No, no, don't get up. I already put the groceries away. Just rest. I'll see you later."
A black haired woman, with long tips ending in an attractive teal, closed the door to apartment 301. Her hazel eyes, a rarity to retain, shone with a renewed vigor, her dark skin looking fresh and healthy. Perhaps it was wrong of her, but Anna Lisa hated the idea of using humans like cattle. They had problems that the vampires could solve, if only they were willing to view them as equals. It was an unpopular opinion, but many in her coven saw it a her fairly new introduction to the dark world. Her humanity was still intact, her heart had not been broken by someone screaming at her that she was a monster. Anna Lisa had not yet been hardened by a world that sought her death. To them, Anna Lisa was still only a child, despite appearing to be a 23 year old woman, compared to the others in the coven that were hundreds of years old.
Sighing as she got to the entrance of the apartment building, Anna Lisa lamented the fact that she had not brought an umbrella. The rain wouldn't be too much of a problem, except for the fact that she really didn't want to get her new gold silken blouse and the gold and black pumps on her feet wet. This was, perhaps, one of the few things that belonging to a vampiric coven had that made it worth it.
Stepping out into the downpour, she walked from overhang to overhang, though it made little difference now. Ducking inside of a little burger joint, Anna Lisa stood in front of the door, looking radiantly beautiful, but also as though she had just gotten out of the lake. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, and a moment longer for her to catch his scent. The pupil eyes of her hazel eyes constricted to pinpoints as fear ran through her body. She had never faced off with a werewolf, had never felt the desire to run in a raid.
Perhaps he wouldn't be able to tell, as she slid into a booth at least a dozen feet away. Her hazel eyes were rare in the world of vampires, since most of their eyes changed color from when they were human. Her skin was darker, tanned to a golden brown, unlike most of the night walkers' pale skin. Perhaps he wouldn't be able to smell the blood on her breath.