<span style="font-family:Philosopher"><span style="font-size: 15px">Slightly giggling Vixaria nodded, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000"><b>it was definitely a challenge trying to get to him. Almost ended up without a head once one of his men recognized me. Although, at the moment I have the upper hand. The element of surprise. He had ordered his men to take me out and fire squad at me. Lucky for me, they don't know too much about my kind</b>.</span>" She had small scars on her chest and stomach from the bullets that entered her flesh. Even though it didn't kill her, it sure hurt like hell the next few days as it healed. </span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Philosopher">"<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">So what about you? Why are you hanging around so late</span></b>", she questioned him as they walked down the street. So far so good on no more vampires. The wind from off the river chilling the air as it whipped around them both," <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">by the way, mind telling me what you are? I can tell you are a creature of magic, but that's about it. I'd like to know who and what I am working alongside</span></b>." Glancing to him to read his expression as she knew she had asked a rather personal question of him.</span><span style="font-family:Arapey"> </span></span><br/><br/>(I am soo sorry it's sucky but here it is haha!)