How typical

[* cali]

How typical of these children, running around a graveyard on Halloween night, dressed as vampires, ghosts and zombies. What, no werewolves this year? Cali scoffed, and paced among the sanctuary of the shadows under the birch tree, a few head stones from the children. They couldn't see her, or hear her, she knew. Unless one of them accidently looked in her direction. But, she knew if that happened, she'd be gone the next time the child blinked. Yes, she growled as she watched the children, having 'fun'. She should teach them a lesson. Monsters were not to be dressed up as on a night and beg for candy. It was discrimination, that's what it was. Another growl, and her eyes started to turn gray as she watched them. No parent's. They'd be a good snack. Not all of them, she couldn't eat three children on one night. She would lure one away. The teenage boy, standing at the gate, a roll to his eyes as he watched the children run around screaming as well. A smile spread across her lips, and Cali swiftly moved, staying to the shadows as she walked the perimiter of the graveyard. Let's not let the children see her. The rough muscle of a pink tongue poked out and wet her lips as she reached the teen boy, standing a few feet away from him. She moved forward, into the dim light of the streetlight, and began to purr, yea, purr, like a cat. She smiled flirtily to the teen, and watched his eyes widen as he took in her figure. His mouth was practically watering. Cali giggled like the sixteen year old she once was and darted off, glancing over a shoulder as the boy followed. Perfect. Cali stopped a little ways away from the children, and awaited the boy. She backed up as he came into view, submurged into shadows. Her eyes completely gray, she bent forward as the change started, always keeping an eye open for the boy. One more step....