A fricken Goddess..

Esme let her legs dangle over the billboard and rested her hands behind her, staring at the city lights and gently smiling against the cold breeze against her face. This spot, along with the highest points on the skyscrapers, was becoming one of her favourites in Chester, beside the valley and forest. It was quieter here, and the positioning overlooked the city. Still, the city's noise pollution drifted to them, the cars driving, people walking and talking, and the occasional sound of the rattling trains nearby. Chester was a city that never sleeps.

It was the perfect place for vampires to lurk.