She walked along the darkened halls of her home. She ran a hand through her riled hair as she let out a soft sigh of irritation. Her bare feet shuffled along the cold wooden floors. She turned into a long hallway. There were no doors on the sides, only one door stood at the very end. On the walls profile paintings of vampires adorned the emptiness. She walked down the hall slowly. Her eyes passing by her collection of targeted vampires. The frames were black with small vines crawling up the side in a slightly lighter color. A plaque at the bottom gave the names of many illustrious vampires.<br/><br/>Reaching the end of the hall, she took a key that was laying relaxed at her neck. She pushed the key in the lock on the door. It stuck slightly, but soon allowed Neferet to gain entry. She went inside the room on the other side, shutting the door tight behind her.<br/><br/>Her eyes looked around the room, she flipped on the light switch by the door. Her eyes fixated on the large painting in the dead center of the back wall. She walked up to it, folding her arms as she did. Hatred glowed on her face. The picture mounted on the wall was a young male, with black hair and grey eyes.<br/>"Gen..." She muttered under her breath, "How I would love to kill you now."<br/><br/>She looked around the room. The walls were white, but most would not notice that. The whole room itself was covered in all sorts of weapons. Ak-47s, pistols, crossbows, swords, bows, even a RPG7. She smiled a little to herself, admiring in the glow of her own arsenal.<br/><br/>Suddenly she felt it, a presence. A chill crawled down her spine. She ran toward the wall that held most of her pistols. She grabbed one, and packed ammunition into it. She walked cautiously out of the room holding the gun infront of her, just in case.