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@willowxwispxrp

Wandering the book stacks, Imogen trailed her fingers along the weathered spines, her eyes fixed straight ahead. This was a sentimental venture, she inwardly chided herself, indulgent and foolish and stank of self pity. She should be out there hunting or retraining her body or something other than spending time among the dusty tomes. The further back she went, the more names she recognised - vampires, fae, even a couple wolves who turned out to be not so bad. She had no idea if they had escaped, if they were still alive or if the forest had swallowed them up like so many others.

Her fingers passed over a light blue cover and paused. Here was the name she was seeking. Tugging it out, she ignored the way the thin chains rattled and flipped it open, eyes scanning the yellowed pages. Imogen smiled softly as she read the short story of Hazel, the familiar tales a haunting soundtrack to her time spent deep in the earth. The approaching footsteps and the comforting sound of a healthy heart had her closing the book with a snap. “What is it?” she said sharply.

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@prozny

A fist swung towards her face, clocking her right in the chin. Tilting her head slightly to the side, a feral grin spread across her face. She still wasn’t up to her full strength since the grounding and it showed in her reaction times. They were still slower than she wanted them to be. The sharp coppery tang of her own blood wafted through the air as a thin rivulet ran down her chin and began to drip softly on the floor. Time to end this.

The werewolf across from her went in for another hit, this time aiming for a swift uppercut but Imogen moved before it could even get close. Dodging underneath his arm, she shoved her elbow into his gut and as he doubled over in pain, she brought her fist up and sent him flying backwards, collapsing into the ground with a loud groan. Stalking forward, Imogen licked the blood from her knuckles and cast a dismissive glance towards the prone wolf.

“A pity. Not even a whole minute. The pack has become much weaker than I remember.” And with that, she leaned forward and ripped out his throat. Warm blood sprayed across her chest and the closer members of the audience and she left the dying wolf on the floor, striding out and towards the bar for a drink.

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@ashfilledsoul

Though the weather was starting to warm up, the nights were still freezing and most normal people were inside, tucked away in their nice warm beds, images of sugar plums dancing in their head. Or whatever mortals dreamt of. Imogen walked the empty streets, hungry, bored, and looking for a good time. It was almost an hour after curfew and while it seemed the town had wised up a little, she was sure there would still be someone foolish enough to risk their lives. A soft scuffle caught her ear and the vampire beelined for the alley from which it came, a cold smile tugging at her lips as she found not one, not two, but three humans all seemingly otherwise preoccupied. This would be fun.

Moving further in, a quick compulsion held all three in place, frozen in time. The first male trembled violently as Imogen moved around him, her finger trailing gently over his throat before she extended her fangs and slowly bit his neck. Warm blood rushed over her tongue and she didn’t bother trying to muffle her moan of pleasure. Two hundred years was a long time and the blood bags from the bank weren’t the same as a fresh victim.

Movement caught her attention and she glanced up from her meal, taking in the sight of the blonde in front of her. Languidly licking up the boys neck, she nipped at his ear before nodding towards the newcomer, the lower half of her face dripping red. “Have you come to play lovely?”