<div class="floatleft">(http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/-/Z/Y/haywire-gina-carano7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maricza Zupan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7955939#msg7955939)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Woods<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>All combatants.<br/><hr/>Once the danger had passed, the small group that fate had brought together in the clearing dispersed as quickly as it had collected. While the kids watched the slayer dash off into the night, Maricza too had taken her leave and silently faded into the shadows. The slayer's quickened pulse was like drums in the vampire's ears, but such things were not to be divulged to others.<br/><br/>She stayed at the party for a time, but had no more encounters with the supernatural. There were plenty more instances of drunk teens getting themselves into trouble, but save for an odd feeling that she was tempting fate in the worst way possible, she sensed no more vampires about. Was this feeling a result of facing a slayer and not being made into so much dust... or was there something even darker on the horizon? A gypsy was rarely confused about her intuition, but tonight, Maricza felt as though she could scarcely trust it. What she did trust though, was that in all her many years she'd not been filled with such a sense of foreboding. Perhaps the Hellmouth was getting to her. Her nomadic lifestyle made it so she'd never spent this long in one place before. Let alone spending this much time in close proximity to a Hellmouth.<br/><br/>Once the party died down, she clocked out and headed home to her tomb. Her 'home' was a small basement apartment near the heart of town. She'd put damask blackout curtains on the two small windows. With the spoils of her war against the undead like herself she could have afforded a much more affluent lifestyle, but she simply couldn't dream of it. Instead she settled for a meager apartment with a false wall behind which she hid her unique sleeping arrangement.<br/><br/>She awoke at sunset, and began her first patrol hoping it wouldn't intersect with the Slayer's. The girl didn't trust her yet. that much was obvious, but at least she was curious and willing to entertain the thought that Maricza wasn't a threat. As Maricza passed through the center of town, she noted that The Faces was busy as always... Wait wasn't that...? That might have been one of the kids from the clearing last night.  Her intuition nudged her in his direction. Fine. She'd go in. Just for a moment. Just to check...