𝕿𝔥𝔢 𝕱𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝕵𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔢

"You and your demons have much in common with me, myself and I!"

Her crazed giggles fade and she's left with an outrageous-looking grin. "Oh, I'm very glad about that. Heh — what do you an' yer demons like t'do fer fun?"

She mirrors his grin and lets out a bellowing maniacal laugh. "Thank you, Beshtie!"

"Ahhh... I see." She squinted momentarily and cocked her head to the side. "I was made with blood from the first vampire. I definitely do not sparkle and neither did he."

Oh, she's definitely already been staked before... "So that's a good thing? Why...?"

“There’re ones that sparkle? Uuuuhhhh… I think I’m normal?”

“I don’t know what any of those mean…”

At this point, she was just hoping that none of the demons recognized her. Fuck it, why not tell the truth? “I’m… a vampire.”

“Ye really want t’know?” Hands on her hips.

Blink… blink… A conduit for demons perhaps? She raised an eyebrow. “Nay, ye’ve not t’worry about me bein’ a demon.” She purposefully neglected to mention her species.

She makes no move to offer hers either. “Katerina Larisheva. It is certainly lovely to meet you.” Or anyone that willingly compliments her.

HAH! oh, you are ( very ) good with th’phrases ‘n’ compliments. i like that. what is your name?

Ooooh~ Are you flattering me, darling?

I prefer to look ( devastating ).