She exited the Elysium with a mixture of excitement and feverish obsession. Idea was simple, elegant, effective - and most importantly promising once and for all to solve her problem. Plenty of fish in the sea. Thought jumped in her head when it became apparent that this Nosferatu for one or other reason was outside her reach. "I'll find somebody else to help me with information, plenty of fish in the sea." She did not considered this before - she spent her whole life near sea, she lived off sea food for somewhat a third or her conscious life, pretty much literally. Her divination involved visiting sea. Sea, that she was in reach of a hand away from right now.

Blood is blood, with only exception that if it isn't blood of humans it does not gives as much fulfillment. And what most importantly - does not argues. Does not whispers, does not tries to get her killed. Animal blood is silent, and blood of a fish...

The possibilities were overwhelming. In matter of minutes she crosses thin sliver of soil that divided bay with yachts from main shoreline and beach. There she found a quiet spot, making sure nobody would see her or her clothes - which she abandoned with determination. She'll make sure to return with quite a time to spare to get dry before departing back - but will not get them soaked wet. Too many questions, too many stupid questions it'll raise... Distractions.

Was it excitement for hunt? Or was it facing the unknown? Or was it clarity, that filled her head as she took first few steps into dark waves? Doubts and broken memories left behind, worries and concerns... Left with her clothing and purse, on the shore. Behind. The moment water touched her hand, for a brief second it felt as if said hand was held... For a moment it felt as if she was alive. She did not stopped, moment treasured deep inside - water reached her chin and she saw the endless black, moving, breathing surface on her eye level. A leviathan inside of which she stepped willingly. It had to be insanity to do what she was about to do.

With a next step wave rolled over her head, pushing her hair back and animating them - like snakes of a Medusa they moved around her face, following currents, as her already blurred vision tried to adjust to darkness that she strived to peer through. Ink. Void. However would she call it, it was veil she could not see through... ...until she raised her hand. Pale skin, ever so slightly colored a greenish sick color, have been visible through water that have washed over her eyes. Glowing eyes. She thought of that all the way back at the counter, but... Only now she understood that what she had been hiding for these months right now, here, was an advantage. She could not believe it, but she felt like smiling.

Descend continued - she was determined to have at least dozen feet above her head, before she would try this weird, inhuman hunt for fish - but soon it became apparent she could not adequately measure the distance even if she swam from bottom to the surface - she merely felt how she pushed herself up from sand below and after period of darkness reached surface - in between she could not feel time or space adequately. Only conclusion she made from this - is to be extra cautious about time she spends here tonight. She has to leave way before sunrise.

Returning to the bottom she have faced a new puzzle - how she is going to do it? Her body was not made for water. Even without need to breathe she could not move as fast as would fishes - although she suspected that she might, that this unnatural, non-living animated body can be made to do this - she did not knew how. But she knew fish is attracted to the light in darkness. And she was exactly that.

So she waited. With one hand slightly in front of her, just so she has something to look at in this blackness, she stood semi-still, from time to time taking a step or two to restore her balance, to not fall because of currents. To her amazement this worked - silvery silhouettes started darting around her, mainly the illuminated hand and face with glowing eyes - she felt herself being pecked in few places, but ignored those harmless touches - until one of the fishes was near her hand. It fascinated her, how slow she was. Being it concentration or her imagination - she saw how fish have slid out of her grip before her fingers even started moving. She would've laughed at her own clumsiness - whole situation was too alien for her to get angry. After a few more fails she decided to try another approach.

She was sure her jaw can move still much faster than her hand. And unlike her fingers, her teeth only needed to touch the prey for it to be done for. Like a bizarre anglerfish cosplayer she stood in place, mouth agape - patiently waiting for some curious fish get close enough for her to latch at it. She constantly felt like she was making a fool out of herself, but... Nobody around could judge. There was nobody to hide from. No humans. No vampires. Only she and her prey. Not sentient, not feeling, not caring - a prey she had no remorse, no shame for. Relief of consciousness was intoxicating...