The plinking of rain on the wooden panel above woke her from her slumber. After three hundred years, it was the first time she had awoken in such a way. It was far more pleasant than having her hunger be the cause of her waking.
Smiling, she breathed in the cool freshness the rain brought. Her frustration at having to hide in a rundown barn was forgotten as she would enjoy it as long as she could. There was little else to enjoy during a life on the run.
A clash of thunder sent a rat scurrying, igniting her hunger.