Female Inflation

As Shannon nervously stood before her, clad in a bathrobe, Margaret didn't know what to think.  True, she had been acting strange recently, but it wasn't anything too out of the ordinary.  On the contrary; considering how much her mood had improved and how often she was going out, Margaret could only assume that she had acquired one hell of a social life.  Inviting her into her room like this, though, was simply awkward. "Shannon, what's going on?"

The alarm clock went off with a sound between a buzz and a beep, though considering how soundly Shannon had been sleeping it may as well been something between a record scratch and a screaming toddler.  She slapped the button, groaning as she sat up and rubbed her eyes before climbing out of bed, throwing on her robe and heading into the kitchen.

For her part Margaret was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, reading the newspaper. "Morning, Shannon.  Sleep well?"

The sky is full of gray clouds as Saylee rides a horse across the brown grass and approaches Lord Marth’s castle. She feels the warm arms of Veronica around her waist as she rides and struggles to resist the urge to feed upon her friend. She remembers the civilized world of man and when she fed and lived like a queen. A world of noise and a world of cities, but that world was not to last. The proud angry fools of man set fire to the world and began the end of the world of civilized man. Humans became harder to find and the more powerful vampires took claim to several.