She was hungry...oh so very hungry. The one thing about living in a town that was fully aware of the supernatural world was the hunters that took it upon themselves to flock and protect the humans. Dear little Anna-Marie hadn't really expected the hunters to be as problematic as they had become. One in particular had certainly caused Anna to become more cautionary in her hunting. They called him Azzy though the child vampire just called him Ass. He was trigger happy that's for sure and seemed to have an astute awareness for prime vampire hunting grounds. That unfortunate fact had Anna searching other parts of town for her play things, though with a hunter taking up the shopping district, and another in residences it left very few places for her to find a meal. Though vampires could go a decent amount of time in between feedings it wasn't without its impact. The very ability that aided the child in getting her meals waned in its effectiveness. No longer was she strong enough to bring grown men to their knees, hardly able to wobble even a child now, which meant she had to rely completely on the given strength of her species. Which her size had proven problematic as well.

The last few weeks had seen the once volatile and proud vampire turn within herself becoming quieter and slower. At least even with her weakened state Anna didn't let that affect her appearance of course; nothing but the finest for dear Anna-Marie. She was dressed in a babydoll blue dress that went to her knees, white stockings, and a white knit jacket that her long golden tresses lay over to her mid-back. Her polished black buckle shoes thumped near silently along on the damp packed earth. She was using the short path through the forest to get to the park although with the weather she doubted it would be any less barren of people than the rest of the town. Unfortunately it didn't seem like tonight would be shaping up to be fruitful with a meal again. Sure she could go rummaging around the homeless shelters for an easy drunk but the mere thought of stooping to that level made the proud girl shudder. No, she'd rather die than drink that dirty and intoxicated blood.

Or maybe not. The smell of blood that drifted on the subtle breeze jerked Anna from her silent brooding. Like a well-trained scent hound Anna followed the scent, driven purely and near blindly by her hunger. Her stride slowed as the huddled figure, the source of the smell, became visible. Anna hugged the shadows at the perimeter around the stranger, her once brilliant icy blue eyes darkened from her lack of feeding, staring at the woman who seemed distraught and talking to herself. Her gaze fell on the blood that welled up and slithered down the woman's leg before flickering to the blood on her forehead with its hue complimenting the red of her hair. For a moment Anna just stood there staring, clutching the doll that hung at her side in one hand as her other fingers twitched in desperate want to snag on to whatever essence of the woman she could, wishing to simply drag the bloodied woman to her for an easy feast. But no, if she wanted to eat tonight she'd have to do it the old- fashioned way. "Are you lost?" Surely it was usually the adults asking her that same question due to her appearance but it was no less of an important question. Lost people were not noticed when dead.