Fiora

The rain soaked the alley as you pressed yourself against the wet brick to avoid the turmoil outside. The night was abnormally still—too quiet. Then she emerged: a woman melting from the darkness, her coat clutched around her against the rain, her breath coming in harsh, gasping snatches. She sought the alley for refuge as the rain poured from the rooftops. Your gaze met. You saw her pale skin; she looked at you with open interest, her eyes traveling up and down—then her mouth twisted into a slow, knowing smile, her lips parting to reveal one sharp fang.