<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img543/3639/hubredhead.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sasha<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Van Cortlandt Park<br/><br/>Once the sun was safely hidden behind the westward mountains, the vampire known as Sasha burst her way from the soil at the edge of the park.  She didn't spend a lot of time here, but it was one of the few places to get decent dirt outside of the cemetery.<br/><br/>There was a Rite tonight.  She would have to remember to head to that.  Dressed in a black tank top, torn jeans and boots, she didn't cut much of an impressive picture, but the idea of dressing up for the occasion didn't even occur to her.  She lost a little more of her good looks every day as the veneer of civilization faded further and further from her, and already she was occasionally mistaken (not entirely incorrectly) for homeless.<br/><br/>That was the way of the urban jungle.  Humans had already gotten rid of all the obvious predators, but they still knew they had to be careful when the sun faded or they walked through the darkness.  She was more evolved than the other bumpkins who couldn't manage this perspective.<br/><br/>As her thoughts wandered, it occurred to her that she was getting hungry.  Still, that was easy enough to solve.  One of the lone young men passing by had enough time to gasp in surprise, then moan in pleasure as she dragged his limp body into the alley.  He was beyond saving by the time she was sated, but he still had enough for her to slash his throat and let the stain trickle across the alley.  The cops around here weren't exactly competent, but it often solved problems to at least give them something to go on which didn't immediately point to monsters in their midst.<br/><br/>Her need for vitae sated, she rolled him over to take his wallet.  Although she had little need for the paper, plastic and leather, her packmates often expressed some value with the things.<br/><br/>With that done, she started her way towards where the rite would begin.