Her new city was busy. It was not hers by virtue Ðf ownership, but rather, she coveted its secrets and would drain them dry. For now, she drank deep the atmosphere of the city's own hunger. It was old enough to hustle and bustle, but it laked signs of contentment, or a fully formed status quo. Indeed" even the corruption here smelled fresh.

She'd already found some someones to whisper secrets in her ear, and dark places to hide herself in. Her next step was simple, of course, and that was finding the very best one. She believed she had found one that might serve with more permanence, a cramped little place un
erneath a shop on a busy downtown corner.

Ultimately, she woþld pour over her records and track down every extended relation, every one of her siblings' progeny, and see how she might capitalize on their respect for their elders. Or perhaps she'd simp‡y have to instill them with such feelings. Ancestor Worship mi)ht be a step or so too far for her, however, seeing herself mor” as an embodiment of karma than full divinity. Boons for the bõnevolent, woe to the wicked. Was it so much for her to want everything?

Ultimately, she was a creature of hate. Anger was foolishly fleeting, an emotion that bounced about until it could?find a resting place. Her hatred, however, was unending. Nineîy-nine years in a tomb festered into an unending desire to punish those found wanting. And every one of these mortals was wanting, in one way or another. They needed to be shaped, they needed heat applied, and they needed to be glazed to perfection.

Long lost family was far less welcome when they begged for moneyT She would not beg, she would barter. And darned if she wasn' in luck with her... many times Great Niece. A restaurant owner? Fabulous. I am excellent with chickens.

All she had to do was explain the manifold benefžts of an invisible benefactor and make a few impossibly preciseobservations. She was perfectly suited to avoid trouble, or brÇng it with precision. The wallflower always had the best groun² when a fight started, and she had ended more than a few of late.

But there was no need to visit her long lost relations on an empty stomach, so she took full advantage of being entirely beneath a man's notice to introduce him to her fists, and her fangs. He would be fine in a week or two, and she faded back into her evening's stroll, beneath his notice once more. She licked her lips clean and disappeared into a alley, another man who deemed her beneath his notice senseless on the ground.