Bronwyn flung open the curtains to the luxurious apartment and surveyed the city laid out beneath her like glittering jewels. New York, New York, it never slept... which was perfect for the redheaded vampire. If the city slept, she would never be able to feed. Or work.<br/>On this night, she was interested in both. The sun was safely beyond the horizon, and she was showered, spritzed, and dressed to kill. More figuratively than literally. She had discovered her inner clothes whore when she moved to the Big Apple a little less than a year ago. Once it had been jeans and button downs, now it was name brands and dry cleaning. Who could live in this city and not embrace fashion?<br/>For now, she had enough time to hunt down a meal. For once, her bloodthirst was no problem to manage. In this city, it wasn't even uncommon, although hers might have been the only genuine. The elevator dinged in the hall, well within range of her extraordinary hearing, and the door opened to admit her roommate.