Vampires, blahh.

Just before sunset she awoke. The red-orange star still blazed like fire on her skin, but it was less painful, for you could see less than half barely ablaze on the horizon. She didn't yawn, nor rub her eyes. She just sat straight up and watched the suns last moments in the sky, or at least until it rose again. A playful smile danced along the edges of her lips as she stretched her arms over her head. Tonight would be a night for feasting, since she hadn't eaten in weeks. Marc was still fast asleep on the other side of the room, sitting in his chair. Her eyes steadily watched him breathing. His sleeping face was incredibly handsome. A lot more attractive than when he's yelling, She thought. She looked back at the horizon, sun no longer visible, the night air already starting to smell like young human flesh. The scent sifted through the air like smoke, and spread throughout the room until it filled both her and Marc's nostrils. A few seconds later Marc's eyelids flew open, eagerness filling them.
"Hungry?" She asked.