Max raised the collar on her black reefer coat as she walked down the sidewalk, only a few blocks down from her apartment. She pulled out the white headphones attached to her phone and mumbled to herself as she untangled them. "God, I don't know why boys drown themselves in Axe. Their skin tastes like..." Her sentence was cut off by a commotion across the street. By the sounds, some sort of party was being broken up -- or just starting to get good. You could never tell around here. This area of town was known for constantly having festivities interrupted when it got out of control. It's like teenagers these days had no sense of decorum. She caught a few of the faces of those mingling about and while they didn't appear to be teenagers, another observation stopped Max in her tracks. These people were terrified. She started to cross the street, hoping she could help in some way. That's when she caught site of another person. This man had dark hair and an aura of deep authority. She couldn't see his face but the color of his skin gave him away. Vampire.

Max returned to her side of the road, praying he hadn't noticed her. [i]It could be him. It's not him. Maybe he knows him?[/i] The idea was silly. It's not like all vampires knew each other. Besides, Max had heard rumors lately of a rising of feral vampires. While she may have had the strength and heightened senses that would deter most humans, she'd never be able to fight off a feral alone. She was only a year old and ferals were rumored to be even stronger than an aged vampire. She put her headphones in her ears, turned the volume up to drown out her fear and picked up the pace. Hopefully she would make it home before anyone noticed her.