Ferra looked at his bleeding wrist and turned her head, â€œNo, what if I turn? I mean Iâ€™m sure being a vampire sits fine and dandy on you, but, I donâ€™t know if I like the ideaâ€ her eyes sad as she blinked. â€œWhy should I drink your blood anyways? Isnâ€™t it supposed to be the other way around?â€ standing she walked away from him her arms crossed as she leaned against the door frame. â€œLook, guy, whatever your name is, whatever your reasons are for bringing me here and not killing me, I donâ€™t know. Soâ€¦I donâ€™t need your help, I donâ€™t want your help, Iâ€™m fineâ€¦â€ coughing she winced, that one had really hurt.<br/><br/>Straightening her posture she looked at the vampire whose name she still did not have. â€œWhere are my clothes? Plan on taking me back to your vampire city and making me work under your protection or something? Hmm? That what you have planned?â€ Her brow furrowed angrily as she clenched her jaw, anger replacing her gratefulness.