Not all vampires are of the party-hardy varriety, although there was always food in those situations, but even where there was food, to flock like carrion was occasionally considered bad form. The Moon was barely a sliver in the sky and the soft glow of teh parks’ lights shone in the darkness.
It wasn’t daylight, but then it never could be.
Catherine was sitting near her gazebo, a small brick of a boombox nearby. She hadn’t decided if she would be dancing tonight, but considering this was the place where she had run from before she had fallen asleep. It seemed like it was necessary to bring herself back.
She would not dance if there was no audience, but if there happened to be another to join her.
It was a nice evening regardless.
Besides, finals were almost over, there was always someone trying to get a break before the summer.