<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: violet"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;">Lecia</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: violet">The sound of movement of metal and rock pierced her vamperic senses her tomb was being raided she thought as she rose from her granite prison. the smell of rot and decay filled her nose as she sniffed the air but something was new in the air. It was human a male she thought as she stuck to the shadows her small frame silent  and still as she moved closer and closer to the flashing light. <span style="font-style: italic">"What was that?"</span> she thought to herself as Michel moved his flashlight from corner to corner. The smell of human was relaxing and soothing to her dry throat a meal brought to her a funny idea she thought as she moved silently closer to her potential victim. The rats squeaked in alarm as they saw her there beady eyes weary of the predator that she was. At first sight she would never be considered a threat she was a small girl with shoulder length brawn wavy hair that caressed her shoulders, light olive skin that didn't look a day over twenty that clung to her vampyr body. Her violet eyes watching the man carefully he intrigued her,why come to a place of death unless you wanted to die. These were her thoughts considering century's ago that had been her plan, her pale lips yearned to find what she needed most a meal her tongue running over her lips trying to contain her hunger. </span></div>