"And hatred is an excuse to send people to a miserable, excruciating slow death? You are a vampire. People wanting to kill your and my kind are no surprise." She says nothing to his comment about the meditation not working. Is he a monkey or a vampire?, Stella thinks as he takes to the trees, soon moving out of sight but not out of hearing range. Of course, she breaks into a light jog in order to not let him get too far ahead of her.<br/><br/>Just as she catches up to him, the vampires appear. Stella looses a soft growl: how many vampires are there on her mountain?! Before she can get into the fighting, all the vampires are dust. The look she gives him is off slight astonishment. Go after her? It might have taken longer but she easily could take them down and out on her own.<br/><br/>"Find the air strip. From  the next airport we''ll wait for a bigger plane which will take us to the Untied States. I'll also have to pick up some modern clothes there. These," she says tugging on her robes, "are a tad bit notable. It has been thirteen long years since I have been part of outsider society." She stops, turning to take one last look at her mountain before moving again.