<span style="color: #FF0000"> Kaleo watched as the Count eyed Runa with complete disdain.<br/>           "How <span style="font-style: italic">dare</span> you use such foul words in <span style="font-style: italic">my</span> establishment!" he yelled, his voice bouncing loudly of the walls. "Around <span style="font-style: italic">children</span>, no less." He pointed over to a child standing in front of her mother near the door on the far lower-left of the throne, staring with wide, glassy, tired mint green eyes, and whose mother placed her hands over the child's ears, flashing a look of extreme disappointment and disdain at Runa. And then the Count linked his hands together, placed them on his lap, and added, to Kaleo this time, "Will you please <span style="font-style: italic">kindly</span> control this barbaric murderess? And why, may I ask, is she even here with you??"<br/>        Clearing his throat Kaleo said, "Well, I-"<br/>          "And, Keenan, didn't i send you out to assist Kaleo in destroying this murderess?" he asked Keenan, clearly interrupting Kaleo. "<span style="font-style: italic">Not</span> assist him in bringing him back."<br/>          "Well, Great Count, I <span style="font-style: italic">was</span>, but then things took a-" Keenan spoke, reverently.<br/>           "I don't have any interest in hearing your excuses," the Count said, interrupting them yet again. Then, standing up, he walked toward them, his coattails flowing out from behind him, and stopped in front of them, his eyes blue eyes holding a look in them that was much colder than the coldest spot in Antarctica probably was.<br/>           "Now, I will ask you again. Why are you here?"<br/>           Sighing, Kaleo was the first to speak, "We wanted you to make the decision on what you wanted to do with her."<br/>            "Yeah," Keenan said, pitching in, "I mean, you send us out to kill vampire hunters durin' all hours of the day. So we decided that this time it should be <span style="font-style: italic">your</span> turn to decide what <span style="font-style: italic">you</span> want to do with her...Count."<br/>            Pursing his lips in disdain, followed by a heavy sigh of exasperation, the Count said, "Well, since you two <span style="font-style: italic">cowards</span> cannot make up your <span style="font-style: italic">own</span> minds what you want to do with the barbarian, I will adhere to your wish." Then, he knelt on one knee before her, inspecting her closely with his cold, icy stare, stopping at her eyes. Having gotten done with his inspection, he said, "Hmm, she might be of some use to us after all." And then he added, this time to one of his servants, a Japanese vampire who was standing near a door on the upper-right side of the throne, "Shindu, take the young murderess to the nurse and tell her I want her to give this young barbarian a mandatory checkup. Besides, I want to talk to these two...alone."<br/>     With that, the fairly young vampire servant bowed, and, gently placing a hand on the huntress's upper back in order to lead her to the destination, walked with her to the door that he was previously standing next to. <br/>          Meanwhile, the Count stood over the two warrior friends, glowering down at them with his ever-icy, cold glare...</span>