*Isilra gently laid her latest victim down on the dirty ground in the alleyway she had accosted him in, caressing the child's face almost tenderly. She ran a tongue over her fangs and put a hand to her lips, eyes closing in satisfaction as the last drops of red life-fluid trickled down her throat. Her eyes abrubtly opened again, yellow irises flashing unnaturally in the dull glow of a far-off street lamp. What was left of her long-abandoned conscience twinged minutely as she stared discompassionately down at the lifeless child whose blood she had drained. Street urchins were such easy prey, and with her recent unexplained weakness, she didn't have any choice but to go for the quickest kill. She slipped out of the alleyway, blending in with the shadows that are innate to such back-alley streets, looking about cautiously. She hoped she could make it back to her lair quickly; she could already feel the temporary high of feeding wearing off, and she hadn't finished more than a minute ago! She didn't understand what had been wrong with her lately; why the simplest actions left her exhausted and why she had nearly constant cravings to feed...Her dead senses did not feel the chill night air, but she shivered anyway as a breeze swept over her, anxious to get out of the open*