No such thing as Vampire Luck(OPEN)

Raven walked into the cafe. Her long ebony hair tied up in a messy ponytail. She looked around at the busy scene. No one took her fancy at the moment. Being over two hundred years old was tough but she had gotten used to life as a Vampire. Taking a seat she rummaged through her bag and pulled out a vial of blood and undid the skull shaped stopper. She drank the entire bottle then wiped the excess blood from her black painted lips. She sighed even there was no need for breathing and took out her METALHAMMER magazine and flicked through it until she got to the article about Nightwish. They were touring soon and she wanted to be one of the first to grab a front row ticket. She didn't notice someone hovering over her as she was to engrossed in the magazine,