Outside

After locking the door of her apartment, Saedra turned to look out into the night.

Things sure had changed.

She was standing somewhere in between a small town and the City. She didn't like admitting it to herself, but she was most definitely in the Piques–just blocks away from everything– miles away from anything at all.

Her family had lived in the Piques for years. In the old days it had just been them. But now–

She whistled.

–now it was condos and construction. Then again, this was the Piques. There would never be that much construction.

Glancing down at her clothing, she couldn't help but feel a little silly. A few centuries ago this outfit might have been "in" as far as vampire fashion went, but now she would most likely pass for a leather-loving deviant.

Saedra made a mental note to pick out something a bit more modern, and set off for the cemetery.