<span style="color: #800000">The figure rolled her eyes. Why was it always "sissy this" or "sissy that"? Wasn't a name good enough for some people? Evony. That was hers. She'd never think to call her companion "sissy". It was too annoying. She swung dancer-like down another floor, leaving the people in the appartment above wondering who had been standing outside their balcony door.<br/><br/>"Soon," she called up to the figure following her. "And just so you know, you smell. Go rob a GAP or something, you need new clothes again." She often teased her sister about the latter's eating habits; even eating leftovers was cleaner than the way Cheyanne made her kills.<br/><br/>Dropping quickly down the last twenty floors, Evony landed with a soft thud on the asphalt below. A sleeping drug addict in the corner grumbled softly and shifted in his slumber. He was lucky, she thought, that there were no newborns about tonight. Older vamps like her knew not to touch the addicts- the drugs in their system could poison and kill a feeding vampire's digestive tract- but the young ones only saw an easy kill. And when they killed, it would be painful.<br/><br/>Evony whipped her red hair over her shoulders and proceeded to stroll out into the street. In the crowded city, no one noticed one extra body entering the flow.</span>