<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0080">Joanna stared at him, a voice at the back of her mind screaming at her: <b>Don't just stare at him, you fool! Glare at him, spit at him, SCREAM at him! What is wrong with you?!</b> Her eyes began to clear slowly as she regained control over her fear and disdain crept into her features. Still looking into his eyes as he walked toward her, she merely raised one eyebrow indifferently. "Boo? Is that the best the big bad vampire can come up wiht?" She laughed without a whole lot of humor.</span></i>