Name: Harmony<br/>25<br/><br/>Harmony exited from the small shop and into the light drizzle of rain. Work had been hectic today, with the other employee being sick. Again. What his problem was, she had no clue. All she knew was he would either ogle her or call her a bitch. Oh well, more pay for her. She sighed as she walked easily around the steady trickle of people with "important" things to do-shop, eat, pick up kids, go to work, go home, they were all the same to her. Boring even.<br/><br/>Slowing down as she reached her apartment complex, she checked the mail and found she had a letter from her old boss. Most likely for another job that needed to be done, and no one else was able to accomplish, but her. Going inside and unlocking the door, she felt a strange vibe. It echoed a deep, primal hunger through the very marrow of her bones. "Damn it!" she hissed. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. Taking out a small knife, she opened the letter, read it, and stabbed it onto her scarred counter. "Another hit... At least it isn't human this time..." she said to herself with a slight chuckle. She always got stuck with the illustrious Glitters (vampires), Hairies (werewolves), and other mystical magical dumb asses. Just her luck... Suiting up in her gear, she went out her door, and into the pending night.