[i]Stay asleep,[/i] Chase thought to herself, [i]maybe they will go away.[/i]

But staying awake is never easy; especially when it comes to human beings surrounded her laying body. And with the sound of someone's pistol cocking, and the smell of multiple types of blood filling her nostrils, she begun to twitch; her body shaking and her hands balled into fists. She opened her eyes, which were the color of red, and jumped away from the humans- her back against her favorote tree.

Slowly, Chase's body, from the feet up, evaporated into mist. Her mitten hands covered her mouth, her eyes dilated in fear. She yet shed a bloodshed tear, because that could represent weakness for the humans. 

"Please," Chase whispered to the human crowd, "leave me alone."

Before her face disintegrated into mist, she looked back at the vials of blood. In an impulse, her fangs flashed into exposure before she disappeared into thin air.
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The mist led Chase into an alleyways- one of the alleyways amongst the city connected to her backyard forest. Dark and mysterious, this alleyways is suitable for dark creatures, like vampires. Maybe, this place could disguise her from human contact. With her fingernails, she clawed four lines into the brick wall. Those four lines had no representation, but to ease the impulse of the thought of blood. Blood, the very soul thing that Chase prefers to stay away from. But it is hard with humans on the bout, and with vampires who seek blood. 

Her stomach grumbled, and her body became white as a ghost. If she can die, she would die from starvation: blood prohibition. If that was the risk to take, then she wonders how long she could live without the taste of blood; it was a mystery that she is willing to take.