The kiss brought the sweetest bliss. Sadly it always seemed fleeting. Ashley's eyes were closed, has she savored the vanishing feeling. Her victim, still alive, was fast asleep in the bed. Ashley could feel the bloods' power, the sway it held over her. That dark urge within wanted to drink him completely dry.

Like that, the feeling was gone. The hunger diminished, yet never fully fled. Her lids popped open, as she let out a soft sigh.

A smirk framed her lips, as it was all rather sad. Everything, really boiled down to getting that fix. The Danse may have held such seeming complexities, but it still could be broken down to the base; to the Blood.

Sacramento seemed so different, with very few familiar faces. Reality was, that it was still the same. The damned gathering together to get away with what they could. Ashley held no delusions that she was any different. She held no qualms about trampling over anyone who threatened her and more than anything wanted the stability and safety that she could claw out.

If given eternity, what would you do? That smirk remained.