<span style="color: #800000">The figure looked over at her companion, watching her stare intently down at the figures below. The blackness of fresh blood was evident in her eyes, but not in the red-head's. The latter hadn't drunk for well over a week, but refused to attack. The others called her "Vulture", the one who only fed on the leftovers of others. She was too compassionate, too attached to the human way of life to hunt prey for herself.<br/><br/>In a single fluid motion, the figure stood. Tight-rope walking her way back to the roof, she strode past her sister and leapt from the surface, bounding painlessly onto a balcony ten floors below.</span>