Seras Victoria HP: 100
Roll to Hit: 11 (also a miss)

The moon always shined so bright on nights like this. Stunning... yet still...

Seras Victoria, fledgling creature of the night, passed yet another watchman's shift staring idly up at the light-speckled sky. True, she *probably* should have been taking her sentry duty more seriously, but things had been too quiet for too long to put much into the concept of another full-scale attack. Ever since the... event... and the departure of her Master...

It was almost hypnotic, that pearl that floated up above them all. There was a lonely beauty to it... yet a bit of dread as well. Sometimes she felt as if it and all the stars were merely eyes of some incomprehensible creature, all staring downward, and a chill ran up her-

-If Seras was a mortal, she would have been slaughtered in that instant. But she had already been killed, what seemed an eternity ago, and the unnatural instincts that had been gifted that sunset had her lowering down to dodge the otherwise mortal blow before she even realized there was a threat. Then she was back and away, landing catlike in a crouch as she finally got a good look at this mystery intruder.

...Wow. Seras had seen some interesting sights in her time, but this was something else. With immaculately tailored attire straight out of some Victorian romance novel, a lithe yet clearly dangerous woman stood before her. White hair, white eyes, and skin so fair it almost glowed in the soft moonlight, there was a flawlessness bordering on uncanny here. She almost seemed artificial, as if merely a doll instead of a real woman.

"N-now I don't know what your deal is..." Seras started unsteadily, readying her rifle just in case. "But I don't want to..."

She trailed off, idly sniffing the air.

What was... OH.

This woman was certainly no doll. Even from here Seras could smell her blood as clearly as if she was drenched in it, and there was something special there. Something she had never experienced before, yet was somehow familiar. Bordering on... Intoxicating.

"I don't want to..." the novice vampiress tried to pick up where she left off; Sweat already beading on her forehead a she ran her tongue across pointed teeth. "Don't want to..."