Who: Lia Briggs and anyone in Gotham Where: Gotham When: Night What: Night Patrol Rating: R for possible Language or Violence
Lia Briggs stood at the edge of the roof on one of the abandoned buildings littering downtown Gotham. A full moon hung over head in the indigo sky. Soft moonlight played upon her ghostly white skin and framed her wild red hair. A cool breeze whipped the tails of her black trench-coat behind her as her keen eyes scanned the streets below. It was late so the streets were more deserted than usual. Only stragglers on their way home from the bars, and the occasional prostitute were left. Lia's mind tried to wander back to the days when she had been human. The memory of such a mundane existence was so far away she could barely recall what it had been like. Now she was a child of darkness, a creature that needed to feed on blood to sustain her own.
The words of Robert Frost came into her mind. She remembered one of his lesser known works; I am acquainted with the Night. Indeed she was now totally and completely acquainted with it. The wind whipped up from the street carrying the scent of the humanity below. Lia temporarily felt weak at the scent. She could almost smell the blood pumping through the veins of the humans below. It was maddening, but she forced herself to calm down. She'd learned to control the hunger for fresh blood, but there were times when the urge to kill was overwhelming. Her thoughts were dragged away from the hunger for death when her vampiric ears detected the approach of someone behind her.