Late night. Theresa sat in the abandoned apartment, thinking to herself. Six years now, ever since that day. She looked at her hand, still dripping blood after her less-than-neat entrance through the adjacent apartment's window. Still, no one was around the young woman. Acting on instinct, the dhampir moved to a corner shielded from any sunlight, curling her six foot tall frame slightly to ensure that the sunlight wouldn't hit her while she rested. Undoing her blonde ponytail, she closed her discolored eyes. As far as she knew, she was safe here. But even as she rested, she was constantly aware of any movement on the creaky floor, any sound from the door entering the apartment. She'd been attacked by vampires and humans alike before. Usually, the former seemed more...vicious...than the humans, but an attack was still an attack. And she was going to avoid one any way she could.