Her eyes went to the spoon wondering why that was there to begin with. Was that some sort of vampire thing or was it something else? She’d never had her hand swatted by a spoon before, nearly stabbed once or twice by a fork or steak knife as a warning to back off a plate but no spoon. Thus the confusion. Brown circles switched back to him as he spoke. How did her mother and family feel about vampires? How did she? Where were these questions coming from?<br/><br/>“I couldn’t really say about my mother. She doesn’t know and might not be able to register what that would even mean if she did.” She said though it was not the same tone she used before. There was a hint of sadness. Her mother had, well the doctors had no idea what her mother had. “She thinks vampire is the new name of some sort of fad made by my generation; like hipster, gothic, emo, prep, things like that.” Her gaze went down for a moment and she clenched her jaw, shoulders and body tensing, closing in around her as it were. It hurt, the thought of her once brilliant mother believing something like that.<br/><br/>Closing her eyes for a moment she tried to relax and calm herself down. Slowly her body started to comply and her posture straightened. For a moment there was a flash of anger in her eyes that were hidden behind her closed lids as she said; “my dad and brother have no say either. They mostly think about when they can take their next hit or a shot of whatever drug they’re hooked on at the time.” Her words had taken a sharp turn the stab of bitterness filtering in as she spoke about those two. She’d opened her eyes part way through her speal about her dad and brother. There was still some frustration in those eyes but she was doing what she could to push it back.<br/><br/>How she had managed to stay clean she had no idea. Some part of it could have been pointed toward her boss, the bartender of her dad’s favorite hangout, and her mom when she was not having one of her ‘episodes’. Though at that moment the hardest question for her to answer was how she felt about them. Before she could stop herself she said; “I don’t really know. Most of what I had been told or heard have all been through myths or fairy tales. Since I’ve never met one before…before taking this job I didn’t know what to expect.” She said honestly and truthfully. When she was younger she’d had a hatred for them because her brother had before he’d started using drugs. After that she had no clue because she hadn’t really understood why he was so mad at them in the first place. She had known it had something to do with her sister but apart from that they hadn’t told her the details about it until many years later when she didn’t quite believe them anyway.<br/><br/>Her head partially snapped up when he mentioned a trial. Trial? The memory of what she had done flashed into her mind for a split second at his words body slowly starting to tremble again. It was slight and she was fighting like hell to reign in it. All the while the smell of that steak was wafting at her and her stomach was twisting and turning, some for the slight fear she was feeling another from wanting to eat that steak. Her eyes followed his movements, biting her slip slightly as she nodded her understanding at his words.<br/><br/>The steak was before her, he was holding it out like a bait but she didn’t care. Her lips parted and wrapped around it, pulling it free of the fork. Chewing as politely and ladylike as she could she ate it wishing she hadn’t the moment she did. She was growing hungry and that single piece of heaven was pushing her further into that abys. He may not feed her, may not give her anymore after that. Eyes focusing on his her lips parted in a thin line at his question. That was the ultimate question, one that would be extremely difficult to answer. Despite all she had said, despite all she had been told throughout her life she slowly shook her head.<br/><br/>“No, I do not think she would accept it,” She paused a moment a small wrinkle on her brow as she thought and added; “I could not accept her as one either. If the suspicious were true about what happened to my sister I do not think even my junkie father and brother would either.” That may not be the best thing for her to say, especially since she was sitting in front of a vampire and may be interrogated by many others at some point but that didn’t matter to her right then. He’d wanted an answer and she had given it.