First Paragraph on the new story I wrote

It was a clear night under the full blood moon at three in the morning as Reanela was looking and waiting for her prey and desire of warm fresh blood. She was waiting on the corner of a rooftop waiting for a human to walk by so she would be able to stick her long blood thirsty fangs in to who ever passes and drain them of almost every last drop of blood. A girl in her early twenties with long blonde and brown hair, with greenish-blue eyes, and an innocent smile that was as the moon it's self walks by staring at the full moon as Reanela jumps behind the blonde woman , pulls her hair back, and sticks her fangs into the blonde woman and drains her of almost all her blood and she seems to get some sort of pleasure out of the taste of blood.