The sun had set only about thirty minutes ago. She was sitting in the back corner of her favorite goth night club. It was New York after all and there was several clubs in this huge town. but for some reason this small goth club was almost like a second home. It was big enough to hold maybe 50 people and it had all the normal things to keep the club seeker happy. A small bar with the over dressed male with to much make-up and all the less then coloerful attire. a medium sized dance floor that had a juke box loaded with all the favored gothin and death metal. Tables and booths that lined the floor and walls for people to rest and drink. people in the club ranged from the typical Goth, the death metal head, the Emo, and a few just plain janes that wondered in to see what it was all about. The colors where dark black, red and purple. enough light in the room to see your path but would be hard for the human eyes to see more then a few feet in front of them with clarity. a slight mist covored the floor and the smell of cloves filled the air. It was sadly pretty typcial. She sat quietly trying to awaken from her slumber. She was a vampire after all and it was taxing to fully awaken until the sun was fully set. She fumbled with her coat and pulled out her pack of cloves and pulled a stick from the pack. She often asked herself why she still smoked these things after all they didn't really do anything for her. Maybe it was the smell that still brought her to light one after another. She rolled her eyes at her own thougths and placed a stick to her plum colored lips and pulled her lighter from her pocket. She lit the clove and took a deep breath in. Closing her eyes and making a show of how a human would react to thier first smoke of the day. All these stupid rules she though to herself. Act like the mortals, blend in. So she did, to the most part. She often wondered why she even bothered but it kept her out of the spotlight and that was no place that she wanted to be. She was tall for a woman. She stood just three inches over six feet tall. Long black hair that went down her back and to her knees. She had Violet eyes that most believe where contacts but they where quite real. She wore just enough make-up to make it look like she was trying to make herself look pale. and she loved purple so most her make-up has some hint of the color. She was very beautiful but she used make-up to cover that to some degree. Un-natural beauty could get her kind in alot of trouble. there where those that hunt her kind and showing ones true self was a fast trip to being hunted. She was well toned and her body was quite curvey. She at times wished her maker wouldn't have taken such pains to make her this way. She often wondered if it was to make her life more difficult. She often plasterd on a fake smile to the passing human. It was after all a source of getting food. Humans where food after all. She sighed softly as she looked around the room still smoking at the clove in her hand. Looking around the room and seeing just who she might meet this cold dark night.