Judy
*Dark Silnarian streets. Once peaceful, and calm once again, previously disturbed with screams and blood. Yakaiyo had take a vow not to kill, to not give in to the voices; but she still needed to feed. She was facing a problem she never thought she would face: the lack of blood.*

*Ever since Horace had saved her from her descent into madness, Yakaiyo had to find other ways to receive blood, feeding the vampiric aspect of her. She had recently been knocking out Lathians, not killing them, in order to obtain their blood. They would find themselves awake and only with two bite marks once they woke up. The treton didn't care what happened to them afterwards; they could end up being tortured and she wouldn't care. As long as she didn't kill, she wouldn't let the voices grow louder. Yakaiyo couldn't bear them; every time she saw the exposed neck of the elves she knocked out, she felt a whispering in the back of her mind to rip out their throats and feast on their blood. Each time, she suppressed it, sometimes barely.*

*However, today, she needed it. She wandered the alleys, looking for blood.*
Vanessa
*Celeana often stood within the alleyways while she scoped out her next target. She couldn't say she was entirely pleased that her life forced her to steal to survive but it beat death. It was easy to pick up food from some lady's basket, as long as one never pressed down the lift would go unnoticed. Just the day previous she managed to swipe some ear-muffs made for the Silnarian people. Macen earmuffs went over the top of the head, the one she wore stretched around the back due to her ears. She never had ear-muffs before, she didn't know they blocked out so much noise too. It was hard enough to hear someone approaching with all the talk and chatter. Moments prior she checked behind her back for any signs of activity and was pleased to not see any at the time, though this was moments ago.* 

"Just need some gloves now." 

*She whispered to herself as she rubbed her hands together in a feeble attempt to stay warm.*
Judy
*Walking through the alleyways, Yakaiyo caught a glance of silver hair. Perfect. Silently, Yakaiyo begins to stalk the elf from behind, getting closer and closer. Earmuffs too; it appears that this one wasn't going to be detecting her anytime soon.*

*Quickly, Yakaiyo shoots her hands out and puts the woman in a chokehold, but lightly, ending up knocking the earmuffs slightly off. The treton whispers into her ear.*

"Hush, I just need a small bite."

*And Yakaiyo sinks her twin fangs into the woman's neck, savoring the taste of blood. But something was off. It wasn't quite Lathian; no, this was in fact a Steppe elf. But in Silnaria?*
Vanessa
*Celeana had just picked her next target, It was a lady with a small child and the child was misbehaving. It would be enough of a distraction for even the most bold attempts. Today she figured she'd bump into the mother, even if she fell her attention would be torn between her items and her child that kept wandering from her. Celeana managed to take all of one step before an arm shot past her cheek and pulled back onto her neck. The first reaction was to grab onto the wrists that held onto her neck. She learned that being knocked out was very bad, the hard way. Once she was certain that she had enough breathing room she reached behind her back for her blades. She found her access blocked by whoever was attacking her.*

*She didn't understand what the female voice said. Something about a bite? It was then that she realized what was implied as two sharp fangs pierced her flesh. Her head tilted back as a pained gasp escaped her lips, from the corner of her vision she saw black hair but that was it. She gave up the attempt at grabbing her blade as her arm found the wall beside them, using it to keep herself upright. It was all she could do for now, prevent herself from falling down and maintain her breath.*
Judy
*This was not good. Not only had she targeted the wrong type of elf, but Yakaiyo could now feel the blades the woman had behind her. Yet, she couldn't stop sucking on her neck. The blood tasted too good; she was like a hungry animal, feasting ravenously on blood. But she couldn't take in too much. She made a vow to Horace to not kill unless she needed to.*

*Eventually, Yakaiyo is able to force herself away, throwing herself against the wall, panting, blood staining her lips.*

"I'm sorry, I mistook you for the wrong kind of elf, and I just couldn't stop..."
Vanessa
"What do you mean you couldn't stop? Is this how all you people greet each other h-" *She turned around to face her attacker, her voice falling silent. She wasn't sure which caught her attention first; her beauty or her bloodstained lips. Either way she had her answer, she was bitten by a vampire. She raised her left hand to her neck, tracing her fingers around two puncture wounds that still bled.*

*Celeana pushed herself off the wall, unknowing to how much the vampiress tapped into her blood supply. She almost toppled the other direction before finding her balanced.* 

"I'm not sure if I should be flattered or not. I guess I'm thankful that you did stop." *She stood in front of the Vampire, now getting a full profile instead of a side glance.* "You have some of my.. Uh, some blood on your lips, Vampire." *It wouldn't take long for the Treton to realize Celeana's gaze was fixated on her face.*