#heeeeeeeeeeeee

The forest was quiet that night, almost to an unsettling level. Creatures that normally sang to the stars seemed scared to make a sound. Even the wind seemed to have died.

Which was why it was so easily to pick up the rustling, gently whispering sound of aged fabric dragging along the forest floor, and the pace of bare feet in the grass. A steady, measured step. Nothing in a rush or seemingly concerned about hiding itself.

Almost like a predator.

Odyssey made no effort to conceal her presence, moving slowly but steadily towards the feeling of death in her forest. It was frustrating; she knew a vampire when she sensed it, but this one felt… different. Elusive. Proving hard to track down.

She came to a stop, staring intently at a clump of shrubbery almost twenty feet away from her.

Or perhaps not so hard after all…