Valerie stumbled as the shadows coalesced and she found herself back in her ‘safe room’.  The most lavish room of one of the town’s inns had been set aside for her use by her client, and she leaned against the low table, blood bubbling past her full lips as she fought against the massive damage the Immortals had managed to inflict on her.<br/><br/>The room was shrouded in blissfull shadow, the bright morning sun blocked out by the wooden planks nailed over each window as well as the heavy curtains pulled over that.  She arose on shaky legs, knocking over a chair as her head spun, her fangs baring themselves  as the Hunger tore at her.  She snarled, chucking the heavy chair against the wall with a flick of her wrist, the expensive piece of furniture shattering into a splintered mess.<br/><br/>She felt her flesh knitting itself back together, the pale flesh sealing up the grievous wounds of the night before.  It left her even more drained, and her vision swam as she leaned against the table again.  After a few moments she began stripping off her armor, grimacing as the blood splattered all over thick leather, though gratifyingly little of it was her own.   Or . . .at least the blood she had borrowed from so many others.  She truly didn’t know any more if any of the viscous dark fluid pouring through her veins was still hers, and she’d long past the point of caring.<br/><br/>As she slid the leather leggings down her smooth thighs she looked up to the lavish full length mirror that her hosts had provided.  Despite the legends that surrounded creatures such as her she could see her reflection clearly, too clearly for her taste.  She saw not the slim warrior assassin that so many of her victims glimpsed in their very last moments as she tasted their lifeblood but instead a slip of a girl, her pale eyes always filled with terror in the rare moments that Valerie glimpsed her from the corner of her eye.<br/><br/>She stood before the full length mirror now, concentrating on forcing such images from her mind as she admired the form that true immortality had given her.  Her flowing, almost crimson hair spilled down her back, caressing her pale shoulders with it’s silky curls.  Her full breasts were often the centerpiece of men’s (and the occasional woman) attention, the perfect orbs swaying and bouncing with each slow movement.  Still, the rest of her body was not far behind, the trim form of an eternally young and beautiful woman.  The dried blood splattered on her nude form only served to enhance her predatory beauty rather than diminish it.<br/><br/>Her gaze turned to the door as a soft, almost hesitant knock sounded through the thick wood.  Before she could speak, the door opened a crack to allow the soft light of the hall to spill in and a hesitant voice broke the silence.<br/><br/>“Miss?” the young son of the innkeeper asked hesitantly as he stuck his head into the dark room “I heard a crash.  Is everything alright?  Did you need any food, Milady?” the barely post adolescent young man asked nervously, unable to see her in the thick shadows.<br/><br/>Valerie gasped softly as her ears picked out his rabbiting heart beat, the pulsing throb of his pulse.  As she tasted his fear and apprehension, and the faint stirrings of his arousal.  The young man had watched her, lusting after her pale beauty since her arrival several days before.  She’d been faintly amused at his blushing stutter on the occasions he’d had to speak to her, his eyes only rarely rising from the swell of her breasts.<br/><br/>She smiled as she gave the Hunger free reign, her intoxicating musk filling the room, the teen’s eyes glazing over as it washed over him.  She walked forward, her hips swaying from side to side as she pulled him into the room.  She pressed herself against him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as she hooked a leg over his waist.  She purred, nuzzling his neck as she felt his pulse race beneath her lips before she whispered softly in his ear.<br/><br/>“Hon, you have perfect timing because I am simply . . . .<em>famished</em>.” she smiled as she pushed the door to the room closed as her fangs pressed against his neck.<br/>