<div style="text-align: justify;">Something in Marcel's posture scared Missie. Not that he didn't scare her naturally, after the event in his quarters. But this cold and calm posture seemed to scare her even more than his loss of control. Something else, though, pulled her towards the vampire, and Missie couldn't define what it was. <span style="font-style: italic">Madness</span>, her mind supplied. She couldn't really disagree with it, could she? Who in their right mind would feel drawn to an unholy creature who could easily kill her in many different ways? While Marcel moved, Missie followed him with a careful gaze. She felt that allowing him to slip past her gaze would be a dangerous thing to do. "I wish I knew", Missie replied when Marcel said that he might have been considered human once. The rest of his words brought another question to her lips. She wanted to ask if he was alone. But she had already spent all of her questions, and didn't want to upset Marcel.<br/><br/>Hearing that the other girls were probably dead made Missie close her eyes for a moment. She felt that she was shivering, and hated herself for it. It took her a moment to control herself, but she couldn't manage to speak. <br/><br/>When Marcel touched her hair, Missie shivered again, in pure fear of that polite monster. "It is not my fault", Missie finally protested, her voice soft. "I do not choose what my blood tastes or smells like". Turning to face Marcel when he moved to the window, the girl watched him carefully. Her gaze went down to the ground, and she thought for a moment before asking a question, quietly. "Don't you feel lonely here? No family, no friends... I could... be a friend, if you'd let me".</div>