Chantelle pulled the black cloak hood up as she walked out of an archway, licking the remaining blood off her lips with a seductive smile onher face. A quick glancearound madeher aware no one was around and she walking onto a main road, pulling the hood down. The wind made her long, blonde hair sway inthe wind. Her red eyes started to turn back to their usual blue red colour and her fangs retracted back into her gums. Most vampires were hiding away, so was she. Butshe couldnt resist an outting to getsome fresh blood. Turning up another street, she approached a big, posh home with black gates and a gloomy looking apperence and quicking ran in, locking the gates and entering the door. An old lady sat there andshe smiled. It was her hiding place, a compelled human keeping her secret.