What to choose now… so many choices, so many potential meals. There, that’s the one. Small and cute, but full of life. Blissfully ignorant of its surroundings. Perfect. Breathe in, hold, breathe out. Draw back the bowstring, aim, and let it loose. An arrow whistled through the air, and birds took off into the air in a flurry of panicked squawks and ruffled feathers. A dull thwack as arrow meets target, and Delphine had earned herself dinner… along with the glares and gasps of several university students lounging about campus grounds.

But who cared about that, hm? After several hundred years stuck in immortal youth things like reputation, or adhering to social norms, meant nothing. Delphine had no problem with the stares she received as she lowered her weapon and strode across the grassy university gardens, picking up her feathery prize. Then, with pearly white fangs that shone under the setting sun, the vampire tore into her catch. Not as satisfying as human blood, but a filling meal nonetheless.

Yet, as she feasted, Delphine caught a familiar silhouette out of the corner of her eye. Ah, there they are. That imbecilic goody two-shoes of a student council president. She was starting to wonder when they would show up. “Hello, darling. Still have your pretty little head set on reigning in my so-called misbehaviour?” The vampire greeted brightly as she dropped her dinner and all but stalked over, pulling a blade from her pocket. A predator hunting her prey.

“You do know that those silly little rules of yours are nothing but words scribed out on a page by some long dead stick in the mud, yes? That rulebook is no fun, and should’ve been buried along with them. Six. Feet. Under.” She hummed, bloodstained lips curling into a feigned smile, and blade twirling lazily between her fingers.