As she skimmed through the pages of her book, eyeing the printed text with intrigue, the half-vampire woman sighed and reclined with a stifled yawn across her leather sofa, a hand softly reaching to rub the back of her neck, once tight and tense with some form of apprehension after witnessing those few law enforcement vehicles pass her house with sirens blazing and alight with emergency signals here and there, but slowly the muscles in her neck loosened from their fearful stiffness and relaxed, just as every other muscle in the woman's body was following suit and another yawn, this one deeper, escaped her lips. Her eyes were growing heavy by the minute, and she was finding it quite difficult to even focus on her reading, rather choosing now to shut the book gently and set it aside on her coffee table. "I'll continue it tomorrow..." She mused sleepily as midnight's fatigue now set upon her. With such eyes burdened by the encroaching hour of sleep, she looked to the grandfather clock of her living room. 2:36 it said, 2:36 AM. "My....how late it is." For as much as Rebecca stayed awake all through the dark and lonely hours of this cold, dreary night, she would've assumed she was already a full-blooded vampire. "I should be getting to bed soon...perhaps I'll go into town tomorrow for a spot of breakfast and a nice cup of coffee." Gradually standing to her feet from the comfy and inviting sofa, the woman slowly ambled her way to her bedroom.

Already her hands were to the buttons of her white blouse, fingering them and unfastening the buttons from their holds, letting the silky smooth fabric slip from her arms and carelessly onto her bedroom floor, along with her black pencil skirt she shirked from her beautifully curved legs, same for her sheer pantyhose she gradually slipped off before she was just left in her underwear, later donning her night attire, a burgundy red silk negligee with thin, loose spaghetti straps haphazardly slipping about her slender shoulders as she peeled back the covers of her bed and slipped underneath the layers of cotton and wool, already her body tingling pleasantly at the warmth of her much awaited bed. A mix of a sigh and a yawn permeated her lips yet again, showing her satisfaction at this comfort with her head nestled into her pillow and her eyes gently closing....but tonight....was not the peaceful night she would assume of it. For suddenly-

*CRASH!!!!*

She darted upwards immediately with a deep gasp of fright at the abrupt and startling noise, her hand violently clasping over her rapidly undulating heart in her chest. [i]W-what was that?[/i] It sounded as if the commotion had come from her living room. Trembling, practically shivering with absolute dread, she wondered if it were the window, the large bay window in her living room. Something must've been thrown through it, a rock maybe or...someone's broken into her home... A harsh gulp of air inwards to her quivering lungs, the woman rose hesitantly from her bed, pulling open the drawer on her nightstand and grabbing the small 9mm pistol she kept there...for reasons such as this. Her hands fumbled a bit as she tried to regain composure over them, loading in a full magazine to the gun and pulling back the slide, already following procedures that were taught during the Concealed Handgun Class she had taken earlier in the year. With no one else to come to her aid here....why couldn't Rebecca just protect herself. [i]M-maybe I...I won't have to shoot anyone.[/i] Her mind raced as she held the pistol within her shaking fingers, having to grasp it tight against her perspiring palms. [i]Maybe...they've already gone away....I'll just have to file a home invasion...and a theft.[/i] She hoped to God above...if God even still loved a damned soul such as she...that whoever was in her house...they were long gone with whatever they came to pillage from her humble abode...

Quietly as the timid mouse she was in this most harrowing of situations, she crept down the hallway, the Glock in her clutches pointed straight ahead of her as she rounded the corner and tiptoed into the living room. "H-hello?" She whispered. Rasp was her voice as her whole body trembled, nerves frazzled with such ill dread racking them ever so. "I...I-I have a gun...so...you best leave now before I..." And how weak her threats were to her unknown assailants. She was even unable to deliver them with a thick voice of authority, but...she was a civilian in distress, she was no cop. Apprehensive of her surroundings, her eyes scanned back and forth the vacant living room. Everything seemed fine...at first... For as she skimmed over to the window, her assumptions were dead right. "Oh...oh my God...." The bay window was shattered, completely in shards upon the hardwood floor below, nothing left but the round, elliptical frame that once housed the ornately frosted glass. Terror, absolute horror jolted through her spine and all through her nerve endings. Hastily she glanced straight to the floor, at least in search of what destroyed her living room window, but there was nothing...no rocks...no other objects resting amongst the shimmering crystals of broken glass. Now she was certain with fear someone has broken into her home, and....she didn't have the strength in her to confront them. 

Setting down her gun, she instantly crossed the living room to the end table next to her couch, quickly snatching up her cellphone with her fingers to those three numbered buttons. "Hello, I need the police. I...I've had a break in. Can you...can you please send someone quickly. I...I think they're still...here....."