Literature
Iris - Blood and Milk
The fight rings are her world. The only other memories she has--foggy ones, of the orphanage and the streets--aren't of anything better, and not particularly worth remembering. Down here, her life has consisted of just several rooms in a single building, a dull monotony that she's never really tried to break, having nowhere else to go as a full-blooded vampire with no blood partner, no job or skills or money or anything else; just her two arms and two legs, and two rows of teeth, but apparently that's enough.
So all she knows is this: stale sweat, chalk and dust, asphalt and corroded steel. The taste of blood always in her mouth, the lig