Danica wasn't one for New Year's resolutions but this year was different. After Christmas, a day which marked her 365th one on the island, she figured she deserved a little something for herself. She had been playing nice ever since she'd arrived; it was about time things changed. Most people, she thought sullenly, no longer viewed her as a genuine threat and while that was a harsh fucking blow to her pride, she knew she could use it to her advantage.

She wanted to hunt. She craved it, even if it wasn't fuelled by her need to satisfy her Thirst anymore. So if anyone gave her a reason to from now on, she'd hunt them down without a second's thought. She'd leave worrying about the fucking IPD to Asher. Danica knew being on small godforsaken island made it harder to get away with things now but she was sick and tired of letting her distinct lack of superhuman abilities get in the way of what she wanted. A new year meant a new attitude. Or rather, an old one. A very old one that had served her well for centuries.

Celebrations were still going on in the Compound, drunken kissing and dancing and pretty much everything Danica wished to avoid. She had had her fair share of alcohol but not enough to compromise her in any serious way. Returning from a visit to the basement bathroom, she took the stairs confidently despite her heels, much like she had that first time she had ascended them. Back then she had been sporting bruised ribs and machine gun in one hand and while she might have neither of those right now, her temperament was much the same as it had been then, even if it barely showed on the outside.