In terms of her job as a blood dealer, Scarlet Oak had not been the luckiest of places for Eileen. Back in New York, she had her contacts – people who were ready and willing to give their blood for straight cash. She was better than the blood bank: she paid more and she didn’t discriminate because of drug use. And it worked out better for her in the end. Eileen didn’t have to worry about killing several people of the same blood type and having to figure out what to do with the pile of bodies. That it significantly cut down on the violence in her life made it all the more appealing. But none of these contacts existed in Scarlet Oak. If she was going to contribute to her mother’s business in this tiny town, she was going to have to change that – or at the very least, step up her game. She wouldn’t be able to stomach the disappointment her mother would feel if she knew her daughter had been bested by a witch – and a male one, at that. Eileen didn’t consider herself a fighter in the strictest sense, but she had been a killer for a good deal of time; she wasn’t completely without skill. So Eileen stepped out tonight with the strict intention of finding a man and draining him bone dry. It wasn’t often that she went out with such determination to kill, but these were dire times. She had something to prove.
If only the weather had been more accommodating. Eileen was sure that if she wasn’t blown away by the wind, then a wave would roll down the sidewalk and take her with it. She had already tried her usual hot spots, only to find them closed, and was on her way to the only other bar she knew of in town. Though she was several yards away from Anywhere But Here, her eyes were gripped by the bright yellow jacket of someone standing at its entrance. Eileen made a sigh of displeasure as she watched the woman scream and kick at the door. Apparently her night was going to be a complete bust. Even still, she continued toward the building just to make sure that woman wasn’t too drunk to remember how to open the door. “Closed too?” She paused to give the blonde a once over, feeling like she was overdressed compared to the cheap outfit the girl was wearing. “I’ve never known a power outage to stop people from drinking. They’re missing out on some great business.” Honestly, all you needed was a candle for light, a glass, and liquor. “Looks like both our nights are ruined.”