As the sun finally sank into the horizon Lorraine grinned darkly.  She was safe to leave the confines of the tiny little house and did so, her feet stirring the soggy remnants of the leaves left from the fall that cluttered the small yard of the dwelling.<br/><br/>She stretched as she breathed in the night air.  Sure the air didn’t quite go to fill her lungs but it sure was useful to speak. She laughed mentally at how the humans didn’t think that vampires, those who believed in them, could breathe.  How else were their vocal cords to work? How else could they make speech? Most vampires she knew didn’t speak with an airless deathly voice.<br/><br/>She traveled across the lawn and paused near a tree, sniffing the air gently. What was that smell? It wasn’t one that she recognized.  It definitely wasn’t a werewolf. They never smelled good to her and this scent wasn’t unpleasant.  It wasn’t a begging and pleading victim with the sound of blood pulsing through their veins and the smell of fear but it was interesting.<br/><br/>“Who’s there? Show yourself!” she said a bit grouchily, on edge because she was caught off guard.<br/>