(Starter for @nxomusetxchnology)
By now, Vivianne finally had something of a safe routine she’d fall into while in the Scouts. Twice a month, Vivianne waited until--most of--the Scouts were asleep to slip outside of HQ on what she told anyone who’d noticed this habit of hers was simply night walks to help clear her head and soothe some form of insomnia. If anyone had noticed that these walks happened twice a month around the exact same time...they hadn’t said anything yet. And in a way...Vivianne wasn’t lying when she said they were simply walks she went on when she grew restless. She just left out the fact that in the middle of those walks she slipped down to the Underground and drained a criminal of her choosing dry to soothe a restless and needy thirst for human blood.
That part, people didn’t need to know.
Unfortunately, she’d been going through something of a dry spell--recent events had kept herself and others too busy for her to safely slip away without drawing unwanted attention. The return from an expedition was already a busy time, but lately, it seemed like there was always one too many people awake that could catch her sneaking out, and she didn’t want to risk it.
But now, she couldn’t wait any longer--if she did, she worried she’d hurt someone, maybe someone especially important to the Scouts. That had been her biggest fear since day one, a thought that had almost dissuaded her from joining in the first place. So far, she hadn’t had any incidents, though--and as long as she continued practicing her control and feeding regularly, it wouldn’t be a problem.
Quietly, Vivianne slipped out of her sleeping quarters in civilian clothes with a plain, heavy cloak wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her footsteps soft but quick as she made her way through the halls and out into the cool night air. Her hunger stirring restlessly inside her, Vivianne sought out her usual path that would lead her towards an entrance to the Underground, the thrill of the coming hunt already rising in her veins.
