A knock awoke her drowsy head. It was a good dream of ripping out an entire eyeball that belonged to a cat. She moaned in distress. “ HOW DARE YOU WAKE ME-” The words spilled out faster then her brain could edit them. Great. Just great. The wings on her back fluttered a little at the anger that passed through her. The clenched hands showed that beauty sleep for a female monster was just as important as it is for human. If the sun had been bright in the sky though...then there would have been hell to pay. Monsters live by a code. Sleep during daylight, feast upon the unforgiving souls of the nightlife, and survive. Never get caught. Since, getting caught is usually equated with near death, or death. Hell just look at poor ...Dracula and the way he ended up.<br/><br/>. "Your turn to pick breakfast!"The words from her roommate only made matters worse. Breakfast...at this rate making a choice was going to be the first fucking loser that even looks at  her wrong!However, this would be far too easy.She wanted to challenge him in the game. Breakfast had to be picked carefully.Did she want them to kill a couple? Did firefighters constitute as tasty with their smoke filled veins? Police were far too often picked because of the law. Going with the easy was never a thing for her. While pondering on this idea the sound of shower greeted her ears. Ah, He must be succumbing to the smooth waters.<br/><br/>The sun was officially set. Moonlight twinkled through the blinds as if teasing  the room with slight light. She heaved a sigh of frustration at the thought of how hungry she was. It would be nice to just devour a human whole without the chase. But life was not as fun ...if the prey never attempted to run. “ How does playing fighting over your prey sound to you tonight? “ Her voice yelled to him so that it could be heard above the thrashing sound of water hitting the bathroom floor. Her hands slowly reached for the comb trying endlessly to fix the abhorring strange mess that was her hair. Vanity was not something most monsters held in common. But her intentions were to try and at least attempt not to let the rat nest of her hair remain just that. But it was a tiresome and useless battle. However, it did pass just enough time for her roommate to make a decision about food.