It did the world no good to see a vampire with questionable morals and anger management issues go hungry. Yet this is where she found herself; stomping through the forest to go to Ishmael's cave and try and convince him to give her more of those damned blood popsicles. If she was going to try and stick to this stupid diet he had tried to convince her to stick to, he was going to be damned well aware of the toll it took on her person to stick to this New-Age hippie nonsense.

Ok she'd feasted on a freshly dead corpse once since and even that was a low point for her seeing as he'd expired in a ditch after falling into it drunk. That didn't count, right?

Not in her book at least.

As the vampire stamped through the woods, intent upon making her presence known, a list of things ran through her head at what she'd say to Ishmael; how dare he make her go on such a diet? She was tired of acting civil to people when she could just as easily knock their heads off and be done with her day. It was at the point where she could hear her teeth gnashing together that she neglected to realize the person she was looking for was headed for her as well, and she could only be made aware of it by crashing into him.

Azazel gave a shout of anguish as she was sent sprawling along the forest floor.