What swollocking night this was; though the heat didn't have a huge effect on Azazel, she knew by the way that last meal had acted that it wasn't exactly the coolest night of the year. Still, the vampire found herself more than hungry; and bored to boot.

To her luck, parties had started occurring in full swing in this lazy town. Zel didn't exactly know why Ishmael liked it so much. To stay hidden (and potentially obey Ishmael's asking her to stay out of trouble), she kept to the rooftops, following various people home in hopes of catching them unawares. Either they smelled too unappealing or they weren't exactly the best chase.

But ahh...there was one... a toothy grin appeared on the vampire's face as she spotted a good candidate - both smelled good, and they were all by their lonesomes walking down this street. "Don't you know to not take such roads at night?" she murmured quietly as she walked upon the rooftops, twirling a lock of her hair widdershins.

She sped up and found herself further ahead of the pair. With a grin and decisive kick, Zel knocked down a few shingles from the roof, hoping to rattle the two little lambs.

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