There was no alarm like the siren call of sunset. She rose, just as the infernal sun started to melt below the horizon. She preferred daylight as a mortal, and at first detested the dark of immortality, but that blurry mess of blues and pinks as the day gave way, and the city quieted, much better.
Time to go find a pretty something for a chat in a cafe till the sun threatened to sear her skin, time to lure them to her arms with charming words and a smile, and feed. 
And come home, with pink cheeks and red lips, to sleep away the day again. 
( Haarlem, Netherlands, April 2011) 

There was no alarm like the siren call of sunset. She rose, just as the infernal sun started to melt below the horizon. She preferred daylight as a mortal, and at first detested the dark of immortality, but that blurry mess of blues and pinks as the day gave way, and the city quieted, much better.

Time to go find a pretty something for a chat in a cafe till the sun threatened to sear her skin, time to lure them to her arms with charming words and a smile, and feed. 

And come home, with pink cheeks and red lips, to sleep away the day again. 

( Haarlem, Netherlands, April 2011)