Vampire on the loose

Having successfully convinced her sister to go out, Stella prepares herself for her own escapade. Dawning the black cloak she hid under the bed clothes from Grace, she looks around the room wondering where they would end up next. I hope it's an improvement from this dump. Norman seemed to think that living in the area they hunted in was a great cover and less conspicuous. She had her doubts, but then she, and her, sister didn't fit in anywhere; vampires attract attention no matter how they disguise themselves. The grey pallor of their skin made people think they were sick, making them fearful.
Making sure Grace was not in the alley, Stella began her walk to #13. The rain had stopped, making everything wet, dark, and glistening. Smells of wet dogs and dirty clothes filled her nostrils with a stench that even made her flinch. What a disgusting way to live, like wild animals in dens in winter. How I despise this place called Whitechapel. Cloak flowing, Stella moved purposefully down the cobbled lanes; she would have to wait and watch for Mary Kelly. It might take some time before she could catch her alone; it would be stupid to get careless at the end, with so many successful 'experiments' achieved so far.
The light was changing and darkness began to creep along the streets. Fog and shadows, along with the threat of more heavy rain, became like a shroud. Stella was comforted by this atmosphere, reminding her of the dark forests of home. She would walk, late at night amongst the tall trees and swirling fog, feeling a power stirring within her. Sometimes she would chase small animals, like a predator and devour their flesh and blood. Other times she would hold her prey close and sing to it, petting and stroking the soft fur. No matter what she did, she always felt alive and invigorated after a night spent in the dark woods. Tonight she was on the hunt and the streets of Whitechapel reminded her of that dark forest. Her blood began to pump in a rhythm she could almost dance to. Running her tongue over her fangs, she could almost feel the hot blood from her intended victim oozing down her throat. Stella laughed at the thought and walked on to Dorset Street in Miller's Court. Ah, what fun is in store for Mary and me tonight!