Castle Mroczna - Hungry Prowler
It was a cold night in Dolina Mroku, though there had never been a time it had not been. The moon hung high in the sky, though it was little more than a crescent sliver, what little light it shone struggling to pierce through the thin layer of clouds that hung over the valley. For normal eyes, it was not the night to be walking around. Not that many did past midnight.
But for Kalina, it was hardly a bother. The chill barely touched her, and her eyesight peeled back the shadows that clung to the buildings of the village, and lurked beneath its awnings and the trees around the outskirts. Little could hide from her, sensing the rapid, minute heartbeats of the rats that scurried about or slept in their warrens. And the slow thumps of the sleeping humans that stayed in their homes, layered in their blankets to keep themselves warm. A handful of the chimneys seeped thin smoke, indications of weak but still smouldering fires to keep
some
warmth in their homes, though none released more than that.
It was deathly still and silent, save for the subtle crunching of the frosty ground beneath her shoes as she walked through the empty streets of the village, scenting the air on occasion to find a particular one.
She found it, and smiled beneath her hood, her fangs flashing to no one.
Kalina had been craving a particular taste for a few days now, and knew one of the villagers smelled exactly as that taste. It had left them yearning, but they didn't want to do it with one of the servants. She enjoyed them, of course, but even if they were pounced, they did not express the same kind of fear as the villagers did, misguided though it may have been.
It was a different experience with one of Dolina Mroku, and she wanted to indulge in that feeling, even if in quiet.
She soon came to the house, sitting at the northern tip of the main road through the village, a small little place with thatched roof and the rare splashing of paint along its wooden walls, given a layer of blue.
It was once a building to welcome travellers into the village, to check that outsiders weren't bringing in anything untoward. It hadn't served that purpose since long before the current inhabitant moved in.
It meant there was a large window facing the street and to the North, both of which had a sliding panel built in to provide or accept goods.
Both of them had been locked, but Kalina knew the one facing the north did not lock well. All it took was a bit of lateral movement, and the bolt would simply slide out of the latch that locked it all in place.
She moved to this window, and ever so carefully, nudged it to the side without making any noise.
There was give, and with that give, she silently raised the panel, just wide enough for her to slip inside.
Sure, she could've simply burst into smoke and entered through the gaps in the building or beneath the doors, but there was a sense of excitement in doing it the 'hard way'.
She did like a challenge.
Inside, she closed the window with as little noise as she had opened it with, and crept through the house silently; wooden floorboards that should've creaked if anyone stepped on them told no tales, and Kalina moved through the building with impunity, sliding her hand along the table in the central room, a kitchen and dining area that connected every other tiny room in the house, a window on the right facing the building next door, a small bench covered in furs set beneath it, a small little sitting area.
Directly left and ahead of this, was the door to the bedroom.
Kalina tried the door knob, and found it locked. She smirked; many of the villagers kept their doors locked, hoping it would keep her and her sisters out at night. A futile effort, but she enjoyed it all the same.
Nevertheless, she couldn't finesse it open without making an unwanted amount of noise. So, with a devious smile, she disintegrated into a dark cloud of dust and smoke, and siphoned through the keyhole.
She always felt so strange when using this power, even though it came so naturally, nothing more than a floating consciousness directing a formless mass that was 'her'.
But with a thought, she coalesced into corporeal form once again... sans her dress, which she had eschewed, leaving her naked body half illuminated in the pale, diffuse light that seeped in through a window, the thick curtain that normally covered it half-drawn.
She was slightly stockier than her sisters, though it was difficult to tell at a glance, still quite curvy and slender. Traits they apparently inherited from their grandmother.
She looked up her prey, lying in their bed, and licked her lips; it was a woman, in her mid twenties, her long, slightly curly chestnut hair splayed across her simple, grey cotton pillow-case, the blankets made of cheap wool, brown in colour.
Her skin was pale, as were most of the villagers, sun not something that graced the valley for long stretches at a time. Though she was asleep, Kalina was well familiar with the blue and brown eyes she had, each of her orbs split between those colours, a rare thing indeed.
A sprinkling of pale freckles covered the bridge of her nose, but her face was otherwise unblemished save for a subtle splotch on her left cheek.
Kalina grinned, and pulled back the woman's blankets and sheets, exposing her body, clad in thick, flax clothes for sleeping in; slim, but subtly athletic from time spent working during the day, tending to what fields the villagers could grow crops with, small and subtle, along with the animals they raised, or foraging in the woods.
And what they couldn't grow or scrounge, trade provided, and with her mother's recent forays into returning House Mroczna to some measure of prominence, there'd been a small influx of wealth into the village.
Naturally, that didn't stop the villagers, from fearing the Family. Kalina was more than happy with that.
She watched the woman shiver, their face frowning a little as the cold kissed them. They soon wouldn't be feeling the cold, Kalina traipsing her fingers up their body delicately. After drinking in her clothed form, Kalina moved to strip the woman of her outer layers, starting first with her pants, and then quietly slipping off her shirt until only the thin under clothes remained.
With a smile, Kalina moved to the foot of the bed... and slowly crawled onto it, brushing her chest against the woman's body, sighing out with lustful hunger as she laid herself atop of the woman, snaking her arms beneath their shoulders and their head.
It was at this point they awoke, yelping and trying to sit up, startled, but the vampire tightened their grip.
"Wh-what the hell!?" she blubbered, adrenaline still driving away the sleep.
