Welcome to Morganville!
You'll never want to leave...
The girl snorted and walked past the slightly crooked sign. She imagined feeling a difference as she passed the border, entering the town as she'd been dreaming of doing since she could pick up a stake. Yet nothing happened; her whole perspective didn't change, no magical forcefield yanked her back to the safety behind her.
Almost too easy.
The streets of Morganville were silent, waiting, watching. Nothing dared to so much as breathe, but she knew what she hunted had no need for oxygen. Makenzy decided to do one of the things she did best: act. It came in handy for all sorts of things, including lying to your parents about having eaten your vegetables to what she was doing now: luring a vampire.
She decided to play Little Lost Tourist.
Frowning, she scanned the allies, looking behind her every so often as expecting someone- or something- to be stalking her. She swung her arms, and willed her heart to race.
It didn't take long. Within minutes, a figure stepped in her path, appearing from the shadows. Whistling, the creature watched her stop in her tracks. The only thing she could make out in the darkness was the slight mania in his gleaming eyes, and his peculiar choice in footwear- were those bunny slippers?
Makenzy tamped down her curiosity and allowed a new emotion to bubble up inside her, allowing her to smile as she gripped her stake, hidden in her back pocket, with a steady hand.
"Are you lost, little girl?" The vampire asked, and, seeing her move, tensed.
"No. I think I'm gonna like it here."
