The bar, the perfect hunting grounds to get a quick morsel to serve the ever-increasing thirst. Or.. at least practice those still new hunting techniques that the ashen haired vampire was certain struggling with as of late. Those illusions she wielded would serve to aid in speeding up that very process, she was sure, becoming an effective lure and huntress to claim what she seeks. There were many people to choose from, practically an assorted menu of blood. It was early still, the bar had yet to be crawling with drunks, that alcohol laced blood hardly appealing even though it made the hunt far easier. How she loathed those with tarnished blood, the vampire had standards after all. You could tell just by looking at her with those designer clothes that clung to her womanly curves, the soft blush that adorned her cheeks and plum hued lips that made her all the more inviting that she was looking for something.. All a carefully concocted illusion to garner what she desired tonight. She wore dark blue, as if to conceal the blood that would spatter across her blouse as though steering clear from black to appear more inviting. She was dressed to hunt.. Perhaps some ripe youthful mortal would even come to her and hopefully, this time it would go better than the last one. Like a spider, she perches by that bar, setting out her sticky web, sporting a drink she had not yet touched. It was all in appearances after all.

As she leaned up against that bar, peering at the bartender across from her, she knew at least she would not go home hungry if all else failed. It was a voice that reached her, her own name dancing through the dissonance of noise from that very bar. She drew her striking teal gaze to peer upon that voice. It took her a moment, simply blinking at the sound of her name on another's lips, staring at the youthful appearance of a boy that looked far too young to be here. His scent mortal and yet not. She drew in a tasting breath as she watched him suspiciously. "Pardon?" That polite voice almost sounded puzzled, as that vague recognition settled. There were simply too many faces to remember, too many victims that smeared like wet paint within the confines of her mind. She could feel that guilt well up within her at that very thought those pesky emotions sneaking up within those cracks that humanity had bestowed upon her.

"The jackal I thought I killed.. Amusing.. I am afraid your name.. evades me though." Her voice was dripping with nonchalance, as she watches him with a strange broken curiosity. She stood almost inhumanely still, her eyes never leaving the were before her.

"It would seem you are lucky. I was not prone to allowing any... survivors then. In fact, if I recall... you were not." She uttered softly, silk and song-like perhaps even wistful as if trapped inside of reverie of a pitch dark haze. No, she wasn't like that now. At least she didn't want to be and yet things then were far simpler. She reached her idle hand to her long ashen locks that spilled down the front of her body, toying with a strand near idly as though she found that very human gesture almost, soothing to herself.

"How?" She demands, her unique teal eyes seem to rove over his form as though she senses betrayed her. He still smelled like a canine smothered thick with cologne... How he appeared the same... how she sifts through her memories as if trying to recall them carefully. She remembered him, but only vaguely, his blood... on the other hand, well that had a certain kick to it that was hard to forget. How... alive she felt after she drank him, she couldn't stop that frenzy that overtook her. The jackal appeared the same, this she was for certain.. ageless, like her.. yet.. how different she was since them. Petra tips her head in that near broken away she was prone to, that matched the cracked pieces within her.

"Are you still easy?" Her lips curl into a close-lipped grin, her eyes no longer driven by the same bloodlust that had been within them not even a year before. "Because... I can't remember where I ever had the chance to have the same meal twice in this lifetime." There was something ominous lingering in her voice and yet.. that murderous look that used to flood her wasn't there.

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