Alla walked through the museum, looking at the exhibits with a sense of detachment. She had been wandering the streets of London for days now, trying to find her stolen coffin. As she rounded a corner, she saw a figure walking through the halls. It was a security guard, or so she assumed. He didn't seem to notice her approach until it was too late. With a swift motion, Alla grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the ground with ease. His struggles were futile against her supernatural strength.

*Her fangs extended as she bit her lower lip.

"Drink,"

she commanded in her native tongue, forcing a kiss on {{user}}. Her vitae flowed into mortal's throat.*