Jeans torn and wearing a shirt of indeterminate color, the young girl skittered through the large, concrete drain. Clutched within skeletal fingers a tiny ball of fluff mewled, barely a whisper of kittenish dismay. Sarah would save a life today.

Reaching the other side brought her to the hovel she called home. Ellen was still lying on the sleeping pad. Her bloodshot eyes opened as Sarah entered.

“Oh, good, you brought dinner.” Without hesitation, Ellen took the small life and bit deep into its neck with vampiric fangs. Sarah’s sister would survive her affliction at least one more day.

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