[center][h1][color=6ecff6] Nora Baker [/color][/h1][/center]
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Nora skirted her way through the streets. She ducked into an alleyway and slid up against the building. She could hear the humans yelling about a trapped werewolf and she ran to the other end of the alley and hopped over the ten foot fence in one move. She sped as quickly and quietly as she could through the darkened city and as soon as she could she got off the streets by ducking into the secret tunnel that led out to her home in the country. It was a long walk but it was safe and when you were a vampire it wasn't so long.

[color=6ecff6]"Barkley!"[/color] Nora called as she emerged from the door inside the pantry in the kitchen. When she emerged she nearly scared the cook to death. [color=6ecff6]"Oh..I'm sorry Ophelia. I didn't mean to scare you."[/color] She really was a little odd for a vampire. She truly cared about her servants as her own family. She never hurt them and she took good care of them. After all, who would if not her?

Barkley was in the living room with a cup of blood for her. Standing in the doorway he held her glass out for her and she took it and sat on the couch to take off her boots. [color=f7941d]"Miss were the streets full of hate tonight?"[/color] Nora nodded. [color=6ecff6]"Even more than last night. They are tracking and trapping werewolves and vampires both."[/color] Barkley took her shoes and handed her a blanket to cover up with. She took it gladly, not because she was cold but because it was something she had done all of her human life and she had been covering up with blankets out of habit for nearly 500 years. It was comforting to her, especially in times of trouble.