She feels him follow her. Listening as he talks. "I don't think you are crazy either." she says softly. Turning her gaze to him. And then sits down next to a tombstone. The very one he then sat himself on top of. "I do not mind. It does not scare me that you are a vampire. As I said. I like those who are different from the rest. Makes me not feel so very alone. Even when I am at home...I feel very alone." she says honestly. He would catch a hint of her aroma. Strawberries and roses. And sugary sweet smelling. Yet it suited her. She looks up at him. "Not worth it. They scare far too easy." she says honestly. Looking down again. "Besides...the ghostly vampire Vladmir did that once for me. The boys were bullying me...so he went and scared them out of their wits...and about six months later they were at it again." she looks down. "They call me such mean names. Tell me I am no better than dead. Since I spend so much time among them." she bites her lip. Looking at him. "The ghost of that tombstone...he would like you to please stand either on the grave or elsewhere. He is a grumpy one apparently." She thinks. "I have two birthmarks. Upon my arm and upon my back."