“ That is only due to the foolish idea of holding an ounce of strength that could be dwelled greater to humans; those of the night believe themselves to be a god amongst many. What idiotic; there is no greater and more fearsome creature than man. ” She retorts; her own experiences having been proof to her accusations. She has killed many; so many during her days as a mortal.
Crouching down; her gloved fingers reach to caresses the pale skin of one girl that laid in ruins on the ground. “ Hm? ” Angling her head, she peered over her shoulder. Her name ringing in her ears. How long it has been, since the last whom addressed her as a lady. Her proper title. “It has been awhile, since the last had figured my identity. Impressive i must say; and yet i have yet to hear the name of the man whom had pointed his gun at me.”
Her smile widened, spreading into a grin as she stood. He held her hand out to gesture towards the man clothed in red. “ A man of history, no doubt. Year of experience seem to lay in your movements, older than I. And with crimson orbs, I hold my suspicions. May I be graced with the name you prefer, ” she paused; no wonder… so much power came from one being. She was well aware of the legends of history; more importantly. The legend in which held ties towards her own title. Countess Dracula, no doubt… “ - Count? ”
