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[Septimus]

Septimus decided it was time to go searching for some nice fresh human blood. He had not been hungry as of late so he really just needed to go and feed. He grabbed his long black trench coat and his leather boots. He spiked his hair up just right to go him that major bed head look. Septimus walked out of his apartment and waved his hand in which the door shut and locked itself. Soon the moonlight pulsated throughout his veins. He lifted his head up and just took in a big shot of air. He thought to himself for a few minutes then began his long awaited journey into the night for some stupid humans.

Unlike any other night he wore a ring in which the devil himself gave him. The ring shown brightly as the moonlight hit it. The emerald was so very pretty. The ring held powers that would come in Handy later on in his life. He soon smelt blood in the air. Why this was he had no idea. No doubt the stupid humans were fighting again and killing each other off as per usual. Septimus thought that was very very stupid of them. How did they want their race to survive? Obviously not by living. He took another deep inhale of the night air. Oh yes he smelt a lovely little number close to him.

With that he walked for a while until he found himself right up on her. He smirked and played nice for a while just long enough to get her where he wanted her. With that he got her deep into the alley that was dark and there he pushed her roughly against the wall and started to kiss her neck and let his hands roam her body. She moaned of course and let out a big sigh as he continued to do this then with one swift move he sunk his fangs into her soft skin. He drained her dry. He pushed her to the pavement and let her just lay there for all the world to see. He didn't' care she was just some piece of ass that was there for him to grab and take advantage of.

With that he started on his walk again. Nothing out of the ordinary now just the smell of hookers, murders, and sex. He just smirked as he heard his boots cling against the hard pavement. Just the sound pronounced his arrival to all. He pulled his trench closer to his body and the midnight air just hit him in the face as he walked. He looked around trying to find something he was looking for but could not really do that. He knew he was searching but for what he knew not. Suddenly his ring glowed. Then a big gust of air swept by him. He turned to look and he just stopped in his tracks. He sat down on a bench and waited for someone. He knew he was to wait but for whom he knew not.

[• Ginger Fitzgerald]

The midnight air pushed against my face and skin while I walked along the streets, my booted feet made slight noises on the ground below. Tonight I was dressed in a skirt and jacket, the bird skull necklace hung around my neck and moved with each step I took. My dark hair had two white stripes, since it was getting closer to the full moon again, I was gaining wolf traits like when I was first bitten. Although I really like the white bits, it was rather cool. With my right hand raised and twirling hair within my fingertips as I turned down another street. It grew darker, the only light came from the street lamps dotted here and there, yet I wasn't worried. Nope, why should I be worried when I could easily fight off anyone that tried attacking. I was a werewolf and relished in that fact. I wasn't some nobody anymore, it had been, over several months since I was first attacked by a werewolf, and it was a surprisingly easy transition to get used to. The first change, I lost it. Really I did. Not knowing if I was going to live to drive or shit. Plus when I fully became the wolf, I really felt like I was somebody different. That I wasn't just Ginger Fitzgerald anymore.

I stopped walking as a scent I knew all too well entered my nasals. Sniffing the air, I licked my lips, shoving my hands into my pockets and taking a glance around. Blood, it was in the air and I wondered what had happened. Eyes narrow, I begin walking again, this time in the direction of the blood scent. My search lead me down a dark alleyway, the rubbish bins on the sides couldn't hide the smell of blood and death. Looking down, I see who the blood belong to, a young woman. Kneeling down, I move her hair away from her face and neck, noting the teeth marks in her neck. I knew at once this wasn't a werewolf attack, and trailing my fingers across her soft skin, I manage to shiver, even though I wasn't sickened by this, or scared. The great Ginger never got scared, and I stand up, turning my heel and walking back down the alley and exiting, the blood still lingered in my nose. What made it worse was it was fresh blood, not old blood.

I was hungry now, and a little on edge. Without further ado, I walk along the streets again, letting my feet carry me. Not knowing where I was going, I figured I would go until I stopped. I knew how to get back home so that didn't worry me. Allowing a soft sigh to escape my lips, I cross the street since there were no cars coming, and again I stopped. There was something ahead of me, something that sat down. Okay, so things were going to get more interesting, I didn't think I would see anything alive on my walk. Taking my time, I look at the buildings at my side, noting their rough stone texture. Lifting my hand, I rung my fingers over the material, digging my nails deep. A slight screeching sound filled my ears, a smile clear on my face. Ginger Fitzgerald was, once again, on the prowl. My eyes simply shone as I reached my target, glancing down at him but not sitting myself. I counted to ten in my head before I did anything.

"Well well well. I thought my night was going to be boring but I was wrong." I smirk curved my lips as I turn, facing him fully. "Blood, I can smell it." I almost moaned at the smell. Hunger rose in my stomach and my eyes flashed a moment. I really should learn to feed before I went out, that would be the smart thing to do. Okay, since when have I been the smart one? I thought, wanting to laugh. I put my hands in my pockets again, waiting for this man to speak. I actually didn't care what he said, when did I care what came from peoples mouths? But I figured I better be nice. At least for a little while.