The Regular Writing Rampage

The siren wailed again as the ambulance rounded the corner on two wheels headed for the emergency room. Valerie watched its approach from her vantage point in the coffee shop across the street. It was the fourth ambulance in an hour. Taking a puff from her cigarette she gazed up at the full moon and smiled. A full moon, and on Halloween no less, she thought. This will be a very interesting night indeed.
Her smile fades as a man walks past her table, and she raises the cigarette to her lips again, taking another drag. Halloween indeed. Her favorite night of the year. Many others have held this night among all others in high regard, and she runs her tongue lightly over her fangs with a mental smile. High regard indeed. And with the full moon, she knew her kind would be in high spirits, which explains the ambulances. She shakes her head and rises, moving toward the door. No one looks up as she passes them, not even as she opens the door, the bells on the door tinkling. She lets the door shut behind her and looks about. Her keen eyes show a few people out on the street. One stops and meets her gaze, nodding slightly before continuing on. One of her own. A vampire. They steer clear of her, the younger ones. She smiles to herself as she starts down the street, heading nowhere in particular. All the younger ones knew of her.
They called her a monster for her past. A monster indeed. Vampires are all monsters in one-way or another, if one were to think of it that way. Anything not 'normal' to human society was monstrous, or unacceptable, or just wrong. She shakes her head as she turns on a street corner, stopping to lean against the light post next to her, staring down into the residential district before her. Kids in costumes and coats were spread out across the street, running from house to house. Parents followed behind, hands jammed in pockets to ward off the cold. A kid running past her slips, falling onto the concrete. She leans down beside her, reaching out to the little girl as her lower lip trembled.
"Hunny, you alright?" The little girl instinctively reached up to Valerie, wanting to be held. Valerie picked her up, looking about for parents nearby. None in general area seemed to notice her and the little girl. Valerie looks down at the little girl as she stares up at Valerie. "You alright?" The little girl nods and smiles up at Valerie.
"You have pretty eyes." She says quietly. Valerie smiles.
"Well thank you. Now lets go find your parents, how does that sound?" The little girl nods and looks about, finally pointing to a group of adults standing a little ways down the street. "Those are your parents?" The little girl nods and Valerie sets out, heading for the adults. As she crosses the street, she glances down at the child in her arms, her jacket covering a white nurses costume. She smiles and her mind once again follows its previous train of thought. People that do know of their existence, plus many of her own kind refer to themselves and the rest of them as monsters, but as Valerie carried the child across the street, she truly began to wonder just what was the definition of a monster? Everyone has his or her own views on what a monster truly is, about what it takes to be called a monster. But who truly has the ultimate say on who is a monster and who isn’t? There is no one person who points at someone and says; “She’s a monster.” Or “He’s not a monster, but that guy is.” But one thing she was sure of is that if being different classifies you as a monster, than everyone on this street, everyone in this city, everyone in the world would be a monster, for there is no true definition on normal.
Valerie stops beside the group and hoists the child a little higher on her hip.
“Excuse me, but does she belong to any one of you?” A woman suddenly appeared at her side, reaching for the little girl.
“Yes, she’s mine. Thank you so much.” Valerie smiles and hands the child over, watching as the mother looks her over, straightening her coat. She says something funny and the little girl chuckles. Valerie turns away from the group and walks slowly away, her mind dwelling on thoughts never voiced. Suddenly she feels a tug at her jacket and looks down. The little nurse is standing beside her, a piece of candy in her hand. She reaches up and takes Valerie’s hand and puts the candy in it.
“Thank you.” She whispered before turning and running back to her family. Valerie stared at the candy for a long moment, then looks back at the little girl. She leans against her mother’s side and waves at Valerie. Valerie waves back and turns, continuing down the street, looking up at the full moon overhead as a cloud moving past slowly. A very interesting night indeed.
In the distance, another ambulance siren wails through the night.