Chrystalline. Sounds like a drug, and to many, she was. She moved in and out of towns much like the will-o-wisps in her home town. She broke the hearts and necks of many. She had lived so long, she pretty much did it all to survive. Her mind was vacant and her stare was piercing. No one could resist the beautiful red-haired temptress. Her latest travels led her to a small town on the coast of Oregon. The air was nippy and the pines towered over her head. She saw a sign for a bar that read Twin Pines Inn. The full-moon emblazoned behind her as she walked into the inn, thinking of nothing but the need to feed.