.The forest was dark. .These lands filled with no mortals: only monsters. Werewolves, Goblins, Ogres, Ghost, Slimes, Demons, all kinds of stuff..and vampires.. like her. .She lived in her dark manison, up on a stormy hill. Hunting humans in the far away lands for blood for her home. Restoring her container so she didn't have to go out. .She was alone.. expect for her friend. .More like her.. side partner? .Her Werewolf. .They weren't dating or anything, as she didn't really find the meaning to have this so-called "romance" the mortals had. .But, she found them hurt on her lands near the manison a month ago, and she took them in. .Lenores silver hair curled up in a bun with a bat pin, her elegant dark clothes of black and shades of red. Her sharp red eyes reading her favorite book.. again, for the third time. As, she waited for her werewolf to return.