"Not exactly Zanfell. You can choose your destiny. Fate?" She chuckled. "Aren't most humans fated to die? I believe so." She glanced over between the two of them. "There's a gas station up the road from here that is still open." She reached into her back pocket and handed the woman who was formally, if not still, Shadow a twenty. "That should cover you for a bit. Human money has changed over the past forty years."<br/><br/>However her glance lingered on her still. "Vampires can kill themselves," she said slowly, "Normally the younger they are the easier it is for one to do so. Remember I've seen your lifetime," her blue eyes became deeper, more of sky blue before flickering back to that icy shield. "Even a Vampire dies, when they try to bleed themselves to death. You need the blood to make yourself heal. The faster you loose it, the slower it is to heal. You however...never died. Think about it."<br/><br/>Her eyes riveted towards Zanfell. "My language is a Dead one. Though by name I'm called Siofragana Amaranth Nyx." Which gave a whole other meaning to Phoenix's name all together. "There is a theory that through my father's line Nyx has given us immunity through the Night. Or at least that is how the story goes." She shrugged carefully, "Though I could easily destroy your ember from here it would only become a cycle of annoyance for everyone."<br/><br/>Her eyes flicked once more. "That doesn't tell me how you found me."