I'm a mess, I'm a wreck, I don't care what they say...

It was dark and that was perfect. Her child was safe in the bed she had found her in the formerly abandoned building that they lived in and she was out here looking for a meal. Lovely, wasn't it? Oh, well.

Looking around, she smirked and let her mind wander along the streets, looking for a likely mark, a slight purr escaping her lips as she found one. She had to get home soon, 'cause Maka needed her, but she was alright for now. A slight mental suggestion had her prey coming closer, so she leaned against the wall of some building or other and pulled a pixie stick out of her pocket, opening it effortlessly and dumping the contents into her mouth and down her throat, swallowing the sugar happily.

Closer.

Taking another stick out and downing that just as fast, she then pulled out a lollipop and stuck it in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sugary, artificially watermelon-flavored goodness. The white stick poked out of her moth as she did so, moving slightly with the motion of her tongue.

If she had been human, she would be cold. The pink top she had on showed more than enough cleavage and didn't come close to covering her belly button. The slightly dressy black jacket she had on over it was open, so it couldn't have helped much. Her jeans were tight to her, so even if they covered all of her legs, it was all too easy for heat to escape, and her high-heeled boots weren't anything to brag about, heat-wise. But it looked nice on her, so she didn't care.

The lollipop stick bumped her lip ring and she smiled, poking at the silver loop with her tongue. It was so stupid, how she'd ended up with it, but that was in the past. Only the present mattered now, since she didn't think she could pickpocket enough people to manage to pay for Maka without some sort of supplement to her income. Because her tongue worked so fast, the candy was done now and she pulled the stick from her mouth slowly, flicking it to the side, waiting.

I'm a bitch, I'm a whore, but I like me this way.

So what's all this, you ask?

Pulling out another pixie stick (the fake kind with the plastic sticks this time), she opened it in her mouth and sucked on the sugar, swallowing it happily, her head snapping over to let her get a better view of the source of the crunching noise.

What greeted her eyes was a dark figure, coldish looking and alone, and she grinned widely, her own small fangs barely noticeable because they were still in the range of 'normal' for humans. Raising an eyebrow, she pulled out another stick of sugar and downed it as well, wishing that she had something caffeinated to drink and wondering how long it would take her to find one and come back. Probably long enough that he'd notice. Damn.

The shiny chains caught her attention and she made herself stay relatively still, watching him with her oily black eyes. When he was close enough, she flashed a smile at him, "Hey, handsome," she practically purred, somehow managing to not laugh at the whorish way she was acting. Sure, it was her job, but after a while it just got to be downright amusing; she could steal whatever she wanted anyway, right? A slight psychic scent caught her attention and her eyes widened for a moment, some instinct rising up in her that she couldn't identify. He's like me.

Simple. It's my life.