Sylvia was running through the forest with bloodthirsty eyes. She had been searching for a new town to make home in for a couple months now. Of course, if she planned on settling, she would need a new blood source as well. After a few minutes had passed, Sylvia came across a sign reading "Bittlefield, a peaceful town. Located one mile east of here." With a grin she was on her way. Once she came across the town she smiled contentedly. Laughter and conversation emitted from one building with lights emitting from it. She trudged over to it and recognized it as the town tavern. A girl that looked to be around 16, stepped into the tavern. She pulled down her hood and shook her head. Long black hair fell to her shoulder in a small mass of silky strands.. Her green cloak came down to her feet. Underneath was a violet dress that was fitting enough to show off her curves. As she made her way to an empty table in the back, she felt the eyes of drunk men follow her to her seat. When she sat down, she pulled the cloak from her body and knocked on the table. This was done to call someone over who could bring her som whiskey. She needed a drink.