Miss Vira, part 1

It is late in Exton.  The streets are dark and dreary with a hint on sunrise on the horizon.  As we close into the streets, we see a shadowy figure climb through the alley window of a warehouse.  After re closing the window the figure hit behind a large crate as she watched the last warehouseman leave and lock the door after shutting down the lighting system. 

"That was close, I really need a new watch."  The cloaked figure removed the hood revealing the face of the lovely Miss Vira Fox.  A tall slender vixen, Vira gets her blood by seducing men and luring them to her house.  She is about 6ft1 with a petite build and brown hair above her pretty face.  She was caught out at dawn because she forgot to wind her watch.  Now she must seek shelter in this building.  As she removes her cloak, she reveals an outfit of a red button down blouse and a blue short skirt.  She finds it the most effective for snatching the hearts, and their contents, of her victims. 

"I really need to be better about my watch.  I was almost caught out in the daylight.  It would have taken a whole week to regrow my fur if it got burned.  So, where am I?"  As she felt her way around for a light switch, she stumbles onto a liquid container of some sort.  She could vaguely read the label.  It said "Type AB+  Exton Blood bank."

"Oh, what luck.  Its every vampires dream to end up in a blood bank.  And I appear to have hit the jackpot."  She was overjoyed.  All the blood here was free for the taking.  This was especially good news for her because she has been unable to get a decent bite all week.  You see, in my reality, vampires not only draw power from blood, but need it for the hemoglobin.  And because of her lack of fresh blood she was beginning to feel tired and week.  So this was like putting a hamburger in front of a recently ex-vegetarian.  Since AB+ is her favorite she began with this container.  For the more intellectual people reading this, it should seem strange that the blood is not frozen.  That is because the story would be boring if we had to wait for her to thaw it.  For further addition to the story, instead of little bags, there is a tube that the blood is taken through.  Now back to the story. 

At first she took it slow.  She picked up the tube and started to suck it up in small amounts.  She was ecstatic with the feeling of blood once again going down her throat.  She even moaned as it began to feed into her stomach.  Because she was running on empty, she was able to take in quite a bit.  As she emptied the tank she felt her strength begin to return to her. 

"Oh, that was delicious.  I wish I knew about this place a while ago."  After she put the tube back on the empty container she took in a deep breath to give her blood cells a test run.  She felt amazing.  "I wonder if theres more here?  As she finally stumbled upon the light switch she gazed in amazement at what she saw.  An entire wall of the tanks stood before her.  It was beautiful to her. 

Up in the rafters where smaller boxes are stored, an example of improper item storage is taking place.  A small box of extreme importance is leaking.  Unbeknownst to our little blood drinker, a small drop is beginning to form. 

"Well, I suppose I should drink my fill in case I go another week without blood."  As she picked up the hose of another tank, a small drop of bright green liquid has fallen into the end of the tube before she could notice.  The chemical in question is a highly experimental chemical developed by Exo ind.  It was originally designed to make human flesh easier to sew together on the operating table, but all it did was make flesh able to stretch, grow, and shrink when ever it is needs, or doesn't need, the space.  The reason it is being stored instead of destroyed is that it is, for some unknown reason, permanent.  There is no cure just as there is nothing to destroy it.  Exo ind. abandoned it after what happened to poor Carl.  He can never drink soda again.