November 22, 1800. 5:00 a.m.
Horned Viper Inn
Sugar lifted the purse of the man passed out next to her before belting her last drink and heading out. She would have taken a few more moneybags on her way out, seeing as how every other person in the bar--including the barkeep--was unconcious. But she had already taken their things earlier in the evening...even though, now that she thought about it, she really hadn't been here that long.
She strolled out of the bar, a little unsteady but still able too see straight. The sun would be coming up soon. She should get back.
She had walked about three steps when she realized she hadn't fed. Drunk men were never good to feed on. Too much liquor in the blood for a vampire to get much good out of it. Great, so now she had to find someone to feed on and get back before daybreak.
She looked around and caught sight of some human figures silhouetted against the thin drapes of a boarding house a little way down the street. Well, she wasn't normally one for home invasion, but they were on the first floor and the house was close. She hurried down the street, hurrying to get the job done before daybreak.