Vampires weren't exactly special. Superhuman senses or strength or speed were not commonplace to them; in fact, they were very much akin to humans, except for the whole undead thing. Oh, and the blood thing. But other than that, and some other, minor details, vampires were very similar to humans. There was, perhaps, one other major difference between the two; humans were so often blind to the world around them. They blamed bugs and pets and strangers for things that were the fault of the supernatural, and were content to live like that. Ameline, on the other hand, did not have such a luxury any more. A few centuries ago, sure, she too could blame the unknown on the mundane, but she later became the unknown. And she had to admit, immortality wasn't all too bad. Her eyes had been opened to a darker world around her. Never aging was also nice, particularly when coupled with an infinite potential of knowledge. She'd learned so much since she died- several languages, and read so many books, and experienced so many cultures. Ameline learned how to farm, how to imprint ink into one's skin, how to drive a boat. Skills like that could come to surprising use. For instance, winning the favor of a drug dealing werewolf pack by smuggling their goods in for them. Ameline would just have to return the boat to the renter, and then she would be clean of this whole deal, but for the favor she now held. Except, oh, damn, there was a sound. Ameline stopped the boat. "If this is a damned siren, I'm going to scream loud enough for them to hear me from shore," she muttered, and walked to the edge of the boat. She grabbed the handrails and listened. Well, it didn't sound like a song; or at least, no song that Ameline had ever heard. So it probably wasn't a siren. The blonde vampire ran a hand through her short hair and looked down into the dark water. A half moon wiggled in the reflection, and stars spied down on her with some glee. "What's it, then?" she asked the water. It lapped against her boat, but gave no response. Ameline, in her jeans and a sweater that was admittedly too thin, drew the grey fabric closer over her green blouse, and looked down at her black boots. Well, she didn't have any other obligations, and safety got people nowhere. So the vampire returned to the front and steered the boat to the sound. A human might have written it off as a bird, or a different animal, but Ameline knew better. She could see a small lump of sand up ahead. It had some driftwood on it, but seemed otherwise empty. Ameline drove the boat to it, anchored it, and got off. She could still hear the sound, but enough was enough. "Hey! Anyone here?" If the source wasn't here, or close enough to come to her, the vampire would leave, and return the boat, and not think of the incident again.