Ginger Fitzgerald had awoken in her bedroom before anyone else had. The young red head had been downstairs and hid in the shadows before anyone else got up. And as if she had been there all along had the girl popped up suddenly. Oh this was going to be good. But the sad thing was...she was hungry. Ginger decided to go up to her little ways and popped up suddenly away from the darkness in a corner, moving to the center of the room which only had her leaning against a counter.
"Who the fuck are all of you?" you could see the girl had fangs at her teeth and her nails were a little long. Her skin was pale, and there were white streaks in her hair. Oh yeah, play the host card. A toothy grin.
"Not at all what I planned...but welcome to this piece of shit mansion. Sorry, the butler isn't in service right now, but please...leave your name, and phone number and we'll call you" she could pretend she owned this place. So far, everyone was human, only two she sensed were cold blooded killers and the rest...fearful.