Moz paced through the hallways of the day dorm.  She knew she was supposed to be sleeping, but her father's vampire instincts rarely let her sleep at night.  A sharp pang hit her in the stomach.   Well, the hunger she had inherited also played a part, she conceded.  A part of her mind begged her to go in one of other dorms and feast, but she muttered to herself.  "Don't eat the nice people."  She quietly opening a window and snuck outside.  Perhaps she'd find a vampire playing hooky.  Those monsters, she did allow herself.  She inhaled deeply and noted the scent of one.  Smiling to herself, Moz followed the trail.