<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/c7cf7f788162cd4890e2b0ba975b1d3d/tumblr_msee3pteoA1srylwzo4_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Cassidy Coldwell<br/><strong>Who:</strong>No one - yet<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Penthouse, top floor.<br/><strong>Music: </strong>here (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiK2JlBpzvI)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black and white checkered skirt, torn fishnet stockings, black boots, buttoned up black denim top.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Cassidy stood staring at her computer, dyed blonde hair pulled into a pony tail, with her long bangs brushed across her face. The ice blue eyes stared intently at the recording software that ran in the background. To the left of the computer desk was several scribbled songs and a black Ibanez electric guitar.<br/><br/>She had locked in her penthouse for two days now, assembling several songs that she would dish out to her band members in a few weeks, once the hiatus was over. After two days of writing and neglecting her base desires to feed, Cassidy was agitated. Combine this with the fact her childe had been gone much longer than she gave permission, the tattooed woman was border line breaking point.<br/><br/>She needed to feed. Solve one problem at a time. Cassidy left her desk and dressed herself. A bit slutty, but enough to attract the attention of some dumb witted male who's blood would be rushing to the wrong body organ. She licked her lips, as she applied her make up in the bathroom. She loved the 'trashy-glam' look and embraced it willingly.<br/><br/>Cassidy Coldwell had become a bit popular in the rock world. Her goth-metal band, 'Bloody Roses' had made three successful albums and her concerts were always sold out. Not bad for an orphan girl from the cold and rainy streets of Seattle.<br/><br/>Her fans loved her, with boys and girls desiring to be with her on a nightly basis. Of course she only wanted them to feed, since she made no real attempt to hide her vampiric nature. Everyone thought it was just an act, including her band mates. 'Hiding in plain sight' is what her sire use to call it.<br/><br/>As Cassidy moved into the main room of the expensive penthouse, she heard a nock on the door. The woman curled plump red lips into a cruel smile. She instinctively new the person behind the door, after all the bond between a sire and childe was incredibly strong.<br/><br/>