What the...<br/><br/>Jessica stared harder at the fluttering things.  What were they?  Bats?  Saints above, not bats, please.  This would be a carnival for vampires.  Stop the sun from rising, maybe have a handful of people not frozen that you could hunt and feed from at your leisure.  Yuck.  She hated vampires.<br/><br/>And what was the fox up to?  Looking for something?  Assuming it wasn't some sort of werebeasty.  Or a kitsune.<br/><br/>She knew she really ought to stay in the house, with the doors locked and the windows closed.  That was the smart thing to do.  But there was no telling how long this might last, or if danger would be coming later.  If this was some sort of vamp hunt, or something like it, and flitterings were keeping an eye on her, then staying here was suicide.<br/><br/>She fingered the crucifix around her neck, said a short prayer to St. George, then gathered up her belongings.  With her bokken in her hand, and the pack securely around her shoulders, she cautiously crept out the front door, locking it behind her.