With the lightning being the only true source of light that could be used by either party really see just what was going on, since the sun had set and the moon was blocked. But their eyes were adjusted to the darkness rather quickly and Rarity was still holding her position against the gravestone as Fleur her eyes stood on a kill. Yet somehow she managed to herself sane, even if everything had worked as she wanted and with the vampiric blood coursing through her veins, everything was too good to be true. A little bit too good, even. Yet a tear of pure sadness made its way down her face next to the rain.