Natasha Valli licked the blood from her fingers as one might sticky residue from candy, being sure to get it all before she tossed the blood bag into the trash can by the counter, humming in satisfaction to have her hunger sated as she moved out of the kitchen of the penthouse apartment she called home. Rent free, too. It was so nice being able to compel people. Flopping into the beige couch in her sunken living room, Natasha flipped her blond hair behind her shoulder with a flick of her head, picking up her phone from the glass coffee table and scrolling through her messages to see if she had any new ones. Chloe was calling again, but blue-green eyes rolled, skipping over those messages. The other vampire was particularly annoying and the only reason Natasha kept in contact with her at all was because Chloe was a downright ninja b***h when it came to fighting and happened to be under Natasha's district of command. Didn't mean she wanted to hang out with the other woman on their off-time. Nat glanced over the rest of her messages before sighing and clicking her phone off, trailing her hand back through her hair as she looked around at her empty flat and made a face, standing after a moment and pocketing her phone, slipping on her trainers and taking her keys before she headed out the door. Serge had told her to try and stay out of trouble this month, that the Elementals were growing far more bold in their attacks, that the Vampire faction was planning a brutal retaliation, but Nat couldn't very well sit at home doing nothing. That was part of the reason she'd joined the War in the first place. She'd needed some action, some danger, something to make her feel alive again after more than a hundred years. Tonight, though...she wouldn't be looking for trouble. No, never. A simple night of clubbing would work just as well, she was sure. Especially if it served some good alcohol.