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She had never envisioned her life like this, and she never asked for it. One night, many moons ago she was bitten. Merely a Lookout at the time, she became much more ever since. To some it was a blessing, and to some, a curse; she hadn't decided yet. But she knew it was a full moon, and she knew that meant she needed to feast. Skulking through the alleys of Salem, the Vampire stumbled across the Escort, paying a visit to a nearby home. The Vampire felt bad for her, but she must feed. She lunged out at the Escort, reaching her prey before it even knew what was going on. Sucking the life out of her, she left the mangled, lifeless corpse in the alley. The Werewolf's howl could be heard in a nearby home, but that didn't concern her. She was really on the Lookout for the Vampire Hunter, who reeked of garlic. He would be carrying his stakes and holy water, as the Vampires would be active this full moon, but it was for naught. The Hunter was too late to save the Escort, so soon enough he'd have another problem to worry about. She morphed into a bat and took off into the air, looking down on the town below. As the faint beams of the sun began to peek out, she looked down upon all the residents of Salem, her soon to be meals. (credit)