semi plotted thing || @noferatu
They’d called her The Bloofer Lady. She was the beautiful woman who once haunted Whitby then London in search of easy meals -- meals which happened to be children. Children were easier to handle when grown men could fight back and bring her harm. But that had been then.
Lucy Westenra was no longer that baby vampire. She’d grown and The Bloofer Lady was no more. Children were no longer the object of her hunger for blood that Count Dracula had cursed her to crave for eternity. Being his, she had come to be a decent vampire, even without his direction.
Hailing the Wraith without thought that the driver was anything but a human man, she called to him. English accent lingered even as she had settled within the wild that was America.
“Would you mind taking me across town?”