"Bleaurraaurrghhhh..."

If anyone heard the sound that emerged from Amaya as she slowly seemed to pull herself not out of sleep, but back into consciousness that morning and mistook it for something not entirely human, they couldn't exactly be blamed for that. But Amaya was human, despite the groan, although, honestly, she wasn't quite sure herself. She felt odd. Exhausted. Drained. And it was with that detail, as well as the details of the unfamiliar surroundings coming into focus as she stirred herself awake, draped uncermoniously over some couch in an unknown living room, that a hand touched her neck, and then her other hand touched the marks on her wrist, and it all came together.

"Oh, zards!" she murmured, to no one in particular, because at the moment, at least, she seemed alone. "Bloody vampires!"

Although, if her memories of last night now coming back to her were any indication, they weren't exactly the bloody vampires she would have expected, and as she fell back on the couch again because she had to give them one thing, they seemed to have done a pretty thorough job of it last night and groaned again for all the weakness she was feeling just then, she made a resolute conclusion that she could confidently say she was not really a big fan of this whole Halloween holiday anymore.

Still not as bad as the mushy one, though.

[[ and for the bloody vampires in question, but, hey, it can be totally open, too, should anyone want to swing around after all that nonsense ]]