(Civial War period) Elliot stood gracefully in the tavern that night, her beautiful red and black dress perfect on her body. She had pale skin, wavy black hair and dark green eyes that missed nothing when they looked. And yet, for all her perfect beauty, she was alone, watching the men stumble about or sit at their tables, talking and drinking, an occasinal burst of laughter expldoing from their lungs. The tavern was filled with smoke from candles, pipes and cigarettes and the old stove for cooking meals. She longed to have a meal once again, to taste the sweet food once more. Elliot watched with preditory eyes, searching for her next unfortunet victim, knowing she could get any man she chose to drink their blood from.