Sepherine watched the sun go down, instead of him. Absorbing in all its lucid beauty. The hues of orange and red flittered through the trees, and tinted her skin to a warm glow. She smiled, taking her hat off, letting her pastel hair flow freely. She was exhausted; a spell that big always took a good chunk of her energy. But the last bit of sun replenished her energy a bit.<br/><br/>She turned her head to look at Raleigh as he started to fuss.<br/>â€œOf course the sun hurts you.â€ She chortled a little, â€œYou are an essence of darkness. The sun is that of a light essence. The sun however is stronger than you, meaning it will inflict harm upon you.â€<br/>She smiled, her eyes looking him over as he growled. She watched the fangs come from his mouth. She smirked as he yelled at her.<br/>â€œIâ€™m surprised I was actually able to do it,â€ She mumbled slightly, â€œyou seem to possess all I was aiming for in that spell. In other words a perfect specimen.â€<br/><br/>She watched at his feeble attempt to calm his starvation, knowing all too well that this would happen. Newborn vampires were always so naÃ¯ve, she found it amusing in a way. She would teach him, however, if he asked a question on his condition.<br/>She smiled when the sandwich disappeared completely, and listened to another growl that he let out. She chuckled a little as he called her a witch.<br/><br/>Technically a witch wasnâ€™t the right term for her. Though she did practice in dark arts and dressed the part, she only wanted to adopt that name. Knowing the chaos she could cause if she were to come out to who she truly was. So she accepted being a â€œwitchâ€ to the creatures below her, but always got a good laugh out of it.<br/><br/>â€œMy dear, you cannot please your hunger, for you lack the proper nutrient. Your cravings are, shall we say, special in a way.â€ She smiled, â€œYou see blood is your main food source now, about 5 gallons a week, for you to start out. So you will be taking lives, just as you have taken a few from my flowers.â€ She narrowed her eyes as she looked at him, â€œYou may feed from me if you like, my blood is very potent you see. About a gallon from me will feed your lust for about two weeks, but has consequences. The more you drink from me the more uncontrollable your want for blood will become. Youâ€™d attack your precious little girlfriend without a second thought after awhile. So donâ€™t consider me as a permanent food source.â€