The red-haired woman sighed deeply peeling back the curtains draped over her living room window and glancing outward onto the city streets. It would be nightfall soon, judging from the last rays of a bright orange, but dying light edging over the thick black silhouettes of tightly packed apartment buildings. Rebecca knew she could tarry forth in the day and not feel the sting or the wrath of the sun, but....due to some...unwanted circumstances, she considered herself unable to converse and mingle with mortal-kind alike. The only human she ever made or makes any contact with was Eli, her publisher, but other than that, none such. Releasing the satin drapery from her frail hand, the dhamphir moved to her study, where upon an oak-wood desk sat her laptop, the screen hazing white within the dimness of the small room, bookshelves wall to wall.