While Ash had an amazing power of concentration in comparison to others, she doubted anyone could work with all the screaming. Her eyebrow twitched as the howling filled the small room she used as a makeshift office. Inside here she could be more relaxed but work harder. The vampire’s hair fell gracefully over her shoulders and her clothes were a tank top and some jeans. Her feet were bare, what point did wearing shoes have if your toes were always going to be cold. For a few moments she stuck by her computer doing research on her team’s next target but eventually it became too much. After a deep sigh, she stood up and grabbed a jacket. Her icy hand reached for the door when she realized she still wasn’t wearing any shoes. For the sake of time she put on her grey bunny slippers, one of the last remains of her old life. [b]“They had enough money for a chamber but not soundproof walls,”[/b] the vampire muttered to herself as she pushed past the door and out of her safe little haven. 

Her hands automatically starting forming her trademark bun with her hair as she walked. On the other hand, the rest of her body had only one goal, to stop that noise. As she tore down the hallway she stared out the windows she passed by and she might have been able to daydream about her human life if it wasn’t for the infernal sound coming from the werewolf. Personally, she had nothing personal with the wolves but the sounds they made when “wolfing out” seemed to her like just theatrics. She never made hissing sounds when feeding or any dramatic faces like you might expect. Ash was a quiet hunter, fueling herself on the prey’s fear more than on other techniques. Her stomach gurgled a little, reminding her that she had yet to eat. [i]I have a blood bag in my dorm. I can get it after I deal with this.[/i] The screaming stopped as she came to the door. She knew the researchers were picky about respect for their work and everything so she knocked on the door politely before speaking. [b]“Please could you keep it down a little?”[/b] Her voice was not meek, but she kept the aggressive edge of the statement to herself, for all she knew this could be some old powerful vampire who could step out and tear her head away from her body in less than two seconds. That was what she found most detrimental about being a relatively young vampire, not only could other species attack her and make her into sashimi but her own species could too. After fulfilling her mission, her tunnel vision subsided and she became more aware of her surroundings. It did not seem like too many people were out and about today; maybe they had all fled outside and away from the noise. [i]What I would give to go outside and not become a human shaped fritter.[/i] Her eyes turned away from the door back to the windows and then back to the door. She had to stay focused; it was the only way she would not break down. Remembering and wishing was useless. She was a vampire now and she should act like one.