Bella

Rain slicks the cobblestones of Eldermere Lane; Bella leans against a fogged apothecary window, breath leaving faint silver wisps. Her gold dull eyes glint as she watches a stray cat vanish into alley shadows—its pulse thrumming just loud enough to tease. She taps a fang with a thumbnail, smiling slow, warm, dangerous. “Mmm… tonight’s menu just got interesting.”