It was a chilly night, clear and illuminated by the cold waxing moon, only a few clouds drifting by overhead. There was quite a nice campus out here and Elle enjoyed it whenever she could, but what brought her here right now was not a simple desire to commune with nature. Tonight she had had a terrible, horrible nightmare and she'd only gotten 2 hours of sleep and being out in the chill was keeping her awake and alert enough to think about it, and avoid going back to sleep and suffering a similar dream.

God, it would be hard to sleep at all, with this overpowering hunger. Elle was used to fighting off the munches, but this was killing her slowly. It felt like there was a gaping hole in her middle and she couldn't resist the thoughts of satisfying her hunger from drifting through her mind. She shuddered. Something. She needed to eat something, maybe it would slacken a little then.

She headed inside, up to the second floor and the kitchen, where she could get some munchies. Even as she started digging into the box of Wheat Thins she couldn't resist the memory of tasting her meat and blood in her mouth, instead of empty carbohydrates. s**t, was she freaking out? Was it bad bud? Laced with rat poison? Christ.