The bitter air enveloped her; it tickled her skin in delight as she lay crouched in the mountain range. She looked down the side of the mass that was touching the border of Connlaoth. Mere hours ago she was fleeing the guards and angry villagers, leading them into the depths of their country, smiling her way across the lands. Nothing pleased her more then teasing the locals.
She rather liked the area. The cold air matched the permanent state of her body, the snow made it easier for her to blend with her surroundings. Her white skin – undisturbed by clothing, which she felt hindered her swift movements; or head hair, that stopped growing after several enchantments - matched the snow perfectly. Only her black eyes, belt, sheath and red lips contrasted with the colorless setting. Another aspect that attracted her to the mountains was the seclusion. She always managed to find blood to sooth her hunger in spite of it being a barren place, but she preferred keeping to herself, and being on her own. She smirked; no companion ever lasted very long either way.
She stood up, letting herself follow the gusts of wind, keeping her footing steady on the icy rocks. She jumped from one ledge to the next, sometimes pausing to look at the clouds slowly engulfing the skies, impatiently anticipating the coming snow. She closed her eye and smelled the air and found what she was looking for. She made her way higher north; embracing the delight of her next feast. Not the most nutritious blood she's ever smelled, but the fear that she could append to the mixture would bring her much satisfaction.
She continued her flight, slowly increasing her speed as she approached the shore. After several years, she gained self-control. She did not need to feed as often as in the past, however when the opportunity arose, she never ignored her desire for the warm liquid. A shiver ran down her spine, she abruptly stopped and focused all her attention before her. There was something else on the boat, her own kind. No other creature never gave her the same sensation as a vampire. She smiled to herself; it seemed to be ages since she last encountered another vampire, surprisingly. She enjoyed the challenge they could offer her – of course; it all depended on their age and number.
The boat had already reached the shore when she arrived and the new snow quickly mixed with the wind, making her even less visible to her surroundings. The vampire was no longer with them, he seemed to have headed deeper into the mountains; but first, her midnight snack. She did not slither, crouched or hid on her way to the shoreline, the blistering snow easily concealed her. An unsuspecting sailor, standing on his own, was deeply immersed in his duties, paying not attention to the predator approaching. "To easy." she grinned.
Her feast was brief, wiping the remains of her drink from her red lips, she looked away from the dismembered body, and trying to sense the path the vampire took. She did not worry about loosing his scent, its aroma was delightful and unique, it intrigued her more then anything. Her trek was short as her strides were fast and long, hardly letting herself touch the cold ground as she made her way up the mountain.
She reached a ledge, he had been here. She looked downwards at the white snow and quickly spotted a blemish. Though it was only a spot, she immediately identified the substance and it merely intensified her curiosity. She grinned as she leaped over the cliff, crouching down to brace her landing. Her thin pale finger softly brushed the remains of the vampire's blood, bringing her finger to her lips. She smelled the faint fragrance before licking the small smudge from her finger - this was not the first time she tasted her own kinds blood. Her smile grew larger as she closed her eyes. The taste was like ambrosia to her. Her attention was now completely focused on the vampire. She kept her pace slow and steady, walking towards the outcrop of the castle before her. She felt him ahead of her, and she was certain he would also become aware of her presence soon.