Night has long since fallen, and on this new and unfamiliar planet, it is the only time you feel safe to feed. This expanse of woods just outside a rural area had become sort of like your territory, and in it you can find beasts to gain your sustenance without regrets, though the actual nutrition they offer is very slim. You would have to find two or three larger beasts just to gain your fill and perhaps it will sustain you for another week.
It is only on rare occasions, perhaps one or two calender months between times that you would find a human out for whatever reason, camping, or gathering lumber, what have you. It was then that you would easily plant the suggestion in their mind to sleep, rest, for just a while. Though you never had much psychic ability when you were living as a normal troll, that all changed with what you became. Your ability of manipulation was much like Vriska's when it came to humans, though you suspected with was a natural ability for rainbow-drinkers to subdue prey in a timely manner.
Whatever the case, sleep would come for them, and then you would finally have a good meal. Before retreating and leaving them to wake peaceably, you would, of course, bandage their wound. You were, after all, a helpful woman. Though human blood would have been the lowest of the low, had they been on Alternia, it was still a far better cry from the weak and often unpleasant taste of animal's blood. A human's blood was of much richer quality, and for that, she was thankful, though the fleeting taste of another troll's rainbow hue still haunted your mind. It was like the memory of ambrosia, the food of the gods, after surviving only of bread and water for your whole life.
Even so, you could not bear the thought of encountering another of your kind, not as you were now. You had not encountered your other friends for too long, so long that you had even lost track of time. How long had it been? A sweep, at least. A sweep since you had seen them, since you had been turned. They must think you dead, otherwise… You wouldn't want them searching for you, you wouldn't want them to either never find you, or worse, actually succeed in locating a monster.
Without the luck of encountering any humans in the area, you sigh just somewhat wistfully, and begin your retreat back to your hive- err, home. Your business was done, and you had no reason to linger here. Thoughts of many kinds were troubling your mind, and you felt the pain of a headache coming on. What cruel twist of fate was it that rainbow-drinkers, who had no need for nutrition other than blood, could still have the capacity to acquire splitting headaches? It was good that the trek back to your home would be short.
It was a rather ramshackle place, an old farmhouse that had been falling apart. You payed for it very discreetly, even though the minds (and paperwork) of humans was quite easy to influence. You suppose your life was a quiet one. You spend most of your time in solitude, however there are times when you absolutely must venture out into civilization, and it's those times that you don't envy. You fashion a headband to your precious horns, and apply makeup that will offset the glow of your skin that flickered like the screen of a computer, though it didn't quite cover up your deathly paleness. It is a crude disguise, giving the look of a costume to something entirely real, but luckily, humans have a rather tricky habit of seeing and believing what they want to.
They think you odd and eccentric as you venture nervously into the stores, but eccentric and nothing more than that. They believe you are one of them, a young woman who just has a strange habit of dressing up as a demon, or a vampire, really you've heard all sorts of things that people try to guess. Only one time has the word "troll" ever slipped from someone's lips, a small boy of about seven. Your heart just about jumped into your throat at that, and all you could do was stammer like a fool. However, he then proceeded to ask her if she hung around bridges or ate goats, until his mother shooed him away, and you were able to relax then. No, no, although the latter part may be true. You don't think you've ever partaken of a goat, whatever a goat was. After the incident, you simply continued buying things you need. Only the necessities, you had to remind yourself often, even while staring down a brand new sewing machine that was just begging for you to take it home.
Yes, you don't particularly enjoy your time among normal humans, however, it isn't totally unpleasant. With a sigh, you recall that tomorrow may be one of those days, since you are running low on fabrics and snacks. What? A rainbow-drinker couldn't enjoy the occasional bag of Cheetos once in a while? You might be one of the undead, and you may have no specific need for it, but snacks were a nice way of retaining at least a small semblance of… normalcy in your life. Goodness knows that you could use a bit more of that.