The long draping crushed velvet cloak caressed the porcelain cheeks of her face. The light blush kept in her cheeks from the use of Blood Energy, known as 'Vitae' was continuous throughout her walks through the city. Every night her fragile appearance bouncing off the gazes of those around her up to the vicious, cold night sky. Her hair peeked out from the sides of her Alice hood, and the ribbons which held her corset shut around her chest were escaping the thin opening down the center of the cloak on her body. Although most of her was concealed, the woman was never one to keep out of attention. For years her body had walked this streets, and she was always considered a phantom, a ghost, a repetition of one's imagination coming to life. She had grown familiar with this small farm-village, on the coast of France. She adorned many names, although only one really stuck. Eve. Considered to be the first female that wandered the earth, and toiled around with the hands of God in his play with her and Adam. Like a perverted father, forcing his children to bond into the acts of love. Many recognise the punishment of Eve, was to bare a child. However, this was very much the opposite. She was cursed, cursed to walk the night, cursed to observe the ones she cared most for fall. Cursed to be unable to recognise what daylight looks like again, not to die, and most of all, cursed with beauty. She would reel them in, one by one. Children, women, men, pregnant women, sick men, sick children. One by one they'd fall to her own hand, and she was entirely unaware of it. As the years passed by, when the ground was once grass. The 1920's pathways were once attired in nothing but the earth's surface. She just walks, walks and waits for any sign of something new.