<span style="color: #0000FF">Mark was staring at Relina like she had grown THREE heads. This kid was NOT normal. Not in the slightest. She was the first human he had EVER known to drink blood and not throw up from it. He listens as Aaron talked. Even though he made sure to look like he wasn't. Feral? Covered in blood? Youngest slayer? What the hell was wrong with this child?! He gared at him. "Since when do purebloods care what a half breed thinks about a damn human?!" he demanded. The wall flew down and his punk side came out. He was in Marks face. "No." He says with a dark smirk. His yellow eyes glowing with vampiric rage. "You are a jerk and I don't like you. Why the hell would I listen to you?!" He demands. He was about to say something when a sent caught his nose. He growls. "More pureblood?!" He yells. Actually moving out of Dagger's face. "What the---" he flew backwards about six feet as a blast hit him. He gets back up once he lands. Frowning deeply and pulls out some razor cards. "Who the fuck did that?!" He yells out angrily.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Relina nodded her head and giggles. Finishing her meal. She lowers the barrier so Dagger could go outside. She remembered him teaching her to talk and as a result she taught him a way to not be blind. Taught him to hear little or softer sounds. So that he would be safe and able to help her. Stay with her as she didn't want to lose her mentor and father figure. So she helped him more than she would have helped anyone else. She however, did not know of the price he paid to become her guardian. She just knew she loved him like family. She heard Mark and was sighing. Eeking as she finished her food rapidly. Standing up and runs over to stand next to Dagger. Looking at Mark then Dagger. "Why didn't they target the bigger threats?" She asks him. Hoping he would know. "Most pure bloods love a challenge. He may be a challenge but normally they would have targeted the slayers or even you." She says in confusion.</span>