[@Whitewind]

There really was nowhere in this new city she desired to go.  She wasn't much of an outside person, so fuck the beach and the park.  Also, if she had to be around any more of these worthless and pathetic mortals, then most certainly she would unleash a gorefest to rival even the bloodiest of horror films she's watched, even Rob Zombie's and Eli Roth's.  So...why not just go to a place she would expect less of either.  The sunlight was already burning through her flesh, even under the thick black leather of her [url=http://images.cdn.bigcartel.com/bigcartel/product_images/142008850/max_h-1000+max_w-1000/iansjacketfront_1_finalcrop.jpg]jacket[/url] with a hood she pulled over her head, concealing her face in a sea of black, save for the two glowing red eyes that pierced through the thick mist obscuring her and possibly into the souls of whoever dared to gaze upon her.

Into the library she skulked, the dim light, the sparse population of human filth, much needed.  A monotonous sigh passed her lips, ushering with it a thin mist of white smoke from the crumpled cigarette precariously hanging in her mouth.  Like she gave a shit if smoking wasn't allowed here.  Straight to the literature section she went, already picking out her favorite, [i]The Telltale Heart[/i] by Edgar Allan Poe.