city_limits Miss Foxworth
It finally happened. The offices of Development Hell had been raided. It happened not too long after the release of its owner's third film and was a very close squeak, indeed. Fortunately, inventive means of body disposal were no stranger to one Victoria Foxworth, since both incarnations of her Fang Noir venue sometimes had what could be termed a high cadaver turnover rate. One of the more efficient methods was simply to strike up an agreement with certain groups of demonic carrion-eaters, who were more than happy to help out with the task. More efficient than acid and the provision of a health service, all in one. Really, the authorities should have been thankful! Just think of all the paper work she was saving them! At minimal harm to the environment, too!

But no, they happened not to see it that way. Oh, she escaped prosecution, simply by virtue of the investigation not having found anything, but there was the danger of scandal and so 'Miss Foxworth' decided to take a break from it all.

Star no longer needed her for Hollywood status. After their first production, the blonde successfully garnered plenty of exposure. Victoria's studio could close down for a while, without any ill effects along those lines. Instead, the vampiress had decided to focus more fully on her book project, documenting as much of the occult as she could, from the other proverbial side of the line. A lot of others seemingly had a very similar idea, unfortunately, but most of those publications were new and without the benefit of having the added years of vampiric research she had already put into it.

All things considered, Chicago seemed like an ideal location for her next chapter. She wanted to get a handle on what was meant to have taken place in the area still under quarantine. She could speak to witnesses, both living and not. Perhaps even solve it. Really, it was too obvious a location for her not to look at.

Victoria, though, was no shrinking violet. Not when it came to indulging in what she liked doing best. Whilst thinking random murders, for the sake of it, a little too crude, make no mistake about it - Victoria was a killer. The experience of falling in love was unique enough to give her a sense of satisfaction beyond all of that. She had not committed much in the way of murder, during that time of her unlife, simply because of feeling so overwhelmingly comfortable. Tempted, yes, but... Happy. Supremely happy, even.

Without that emotional anchor, she was once again free to gain excitement through the application of fangs to skin. Victoria had no aversion to killing. Never had done, as a vampire. It was simply that seduction was her preferential style of doing so.

And after a such long coach journey, the vampiress was not in much of a mood for doing that. She was not arrogant, no, but this victim had been taken by surprise; one hand placed firmly over mouth and the other holding body firm. Just because such moments were rarely seen with Victoria, made them no less real or deadly. She had done it this way before. There was just a lot to be said for a victim willingly giving themselves over.

This one had not been given the choice. The brunette was hungry and required something immediate to slake her predatory thirst. With that now taken care of and dawn fast approaching, Victoria emerged back onto the streets, refreshed and all the better for it.

Mmm, Miss Foxworth had needed that.