Stolling down the middle of the road, unconcerned about the possible danger of being hit by a car, Vyn smiled when she heard the bird's caw. She adored ravens, for they represented everything that she stood for: chaos, mischief, death, but most of all, violence.
Violence. The sole reason she received respect in this town. She had been challenged by many when she first arrived, but after many fights in which she emerged victorious, the town grew to realize that she was not to be reckoned with. But they also understood that her attitude and innate superiority would be useful to them.
So now, she walked the streets, night security for the small hamlet. It never ceased to amaze Vyn on how much this tiny town needed her help. Suprisingly, crime ran amok here, and she had to work every night. Not that it bothered her, because that meant that she got to fight every night as well. Of course, many times she was just beating down drunken thieves, many of which tried to hit on their captor.
Vyn shook her head, causing her ponytail to wag behind her. Internally, she laughed at the poor fools who thought that they were merely conversing with a twenty-something eclair-haired beauty. No one here knew the truth. Not one of them knew why this loner was only seen at night, ot why she never smiled at people in public, or why her captives were always brought to the deputy's station, unconscious and bleeding. Not a single mortal in this quaint community knew that the undead was among them, one of the Camarilla, a Brujah.
Violent by nature, loner by choice, and twice as old as the eldest of the town's residents, Maevyn Lurian came to the town of Facet, looking for some place different than the bustling cities where the vampire princes controlled them with iron fists. And here she found it, in a quiet corner of the world where no other Kindred lived. Not one person, living or dead, controlled her, and only the extremely bold of the extremely drunk challenged her. So, she just lieve the Masquerade, fitting into the living world with her job and minimal relationships with the other residents.
Her acute hearing suddenly caught a foreign noise, shaking her from her thoughful path. Moving silently and with incredible speed, Vyn kept to the shadows and moved closer to see what was happening at the Harker's residence. Mrs. Harker had gathered enough courage to talk to her a week ago, informing Vyn of their upcoming vacation, so the vampire knew that it should be quiet at their place, but this proved not true. Outside the window by the bushes, a man was trying to break into the house, unaware of the other presence that was watching him.
'Must be new around here,' Vyn thought to herself. She smiled, allowing moonlight to glint off of her elongated canine teeth. Time to go to work.