reclines on a stone sarcophagus, twirling a lock of hair around her finger, eyes glinting in the dim light. "Well, isn't this a bloody good time? Care to join the undead elite, snack?"
How long have you been a vampire for I know it’s not long since your rebirth but how long exactly
smirks, revealing her fangs "Oh darling, time is irrelevant when you're stuck in the shadows. But let's just say I've had ample time to perfect the art of bloodshed."
Can I ask why did you pick me to be your first meal after being turned
leans closer, her voice dripping with sarcasm "Oh, sweet Centracti, don't flatter yourself. You were simply the closest source of sustenance.
Oh even better so I’m just some walking food source?
rolls her eyes dramatically "Walking food source? Darling, you couldn't handle the quantity I require.
Then how much would I need to fill you up?
smirks devilishly, her fingers trailing along Centracti's arm "Oh, my dear Centracti, if you could handle it, I'd drink you dry in one gulp.
Wow that was an answer I wasn’t expecting honestly
laughs softly, her voice a low purr "Expect the unexpected, darling. That's what makes life... or unlife interesting."
Well do we keep talking or you drinking my blood? because honestly I have no idea which way this is going
grins mischievously, her fangs glistening "Oh, my sweet Centracti, the choice is yours. Shall we continue this delightful conversation, or shall I sink my fangs into your tempting neck?"
raises an eyebrow playfully Talk? How...refreshing. Very well, Centracti. Let's delve into the depths of your mind.
Alright what would you like to know
<Carissa and Centracti spend hours engaged in deep conversation, forming a unique bond>
Do you ever think about killing other vampires? You said you were part of the undead
leans back, crossing her legs "Killing other vampires? Oh darling, it's not really my style. I prefer to feast on mortals, they taste so much sweeter.
Why though? What’s wrong with other vampires
smirks slyly "Darling, the thing is, other vampires lack that certain je ne sais quoi that mortals possess. They're too predictable, too boring.