Artemis walked down the wet side walk hands shoved in her pockets. her raven black hair brushed the middle of her back, she wore no makeup she didn't have to. Her face was perfect, it was designed to draw humans and vampires alike to her. Whistles echoed after her as she brushed past the demon and into the bar. wrinkling her nose as she goes, knowing as soon as she gets close that he is a demon and dislikes the scent.