Sighing softly she yawned. Her fangs having retracted and what not.  That was the beauty of being turned by an older vampire, the newer ones were a bit inexperienced and did not have retractable - or at least in her area.  Did it matter?  No it did not.  She was still able to look normal and that was all that mattered.  Saeran should just be thankful that the night was beautiful and it wasn't raining.<br/><br/>Strangely enough she did not hear anyone approaching her.  Why would she care anyway?  They were not going to hurt her, well they might try to but Saeran could just shift into a lioness and go after them.  That was again the beauty of an older vampire being your sire.<br/><br/>She didn't even hear the man mumbling but growled and hissed when a foot seemed to catch on her side and down the person went.<span style="color: green">"Do you not watch where the hell you're going?!"</span>she growled pulling her dress down, finding that it was ripped.  Well, that's what she got for wearing - no wait that was part of the design.  Still she was quite annoyed with being interrupted.  Honestly a person just wandering around out here late at night.  Well it was a good thing she wasn't thirsty and wanting blood or she'd try feeding from him.  A person in a cloak she really did not want to try feeding from anyway.  What was with the cloak anyway?  Was he horribly disfigured?  Had Benjimen in a strange unrealistic way found her again?  Had she somehow slipped into the twilight zone and this was her husband but he had been made leader of the mole people?  No. No surely not!  This was a completely different being and one she did not know about.  He smelled odd or maybe that was just the air tonight.<span style="color: green">"You should apologize for stepping on me."</span>she still laid there of course after finding that her dress was fine and nothing else really hurt.