Kala almost flinched as he knelt before her.  It was more out of instinct than anything else, though his closeness made the connection she felt to him stronger and that panic grew in her stomach, making her heart rate flutter.  Every muscle tensed as she listened to him speak, as if she expected him to suddenly attack.<br/><br/>When he asked her what she knew of herself and then went on to insult the fact that she was human, her eyes flared with anger and agigitation.  She sat up straight, her eyes narrowing as she spoke.  "This pitiful human existance has taken out more vampires than it can count and if you aren't careful, you'll find more than just a fist in your jaw this time."  She suddenly stood abruptly, her shoulders squaring back in pride.  "You people keep droning on about what I am and what I could be, about how 'pitiful' and fragile I am.  You keep speaking as if being human were such a horrible thing and yet everytime you have persued me, I have come out the victor.  I can't even count the number of vampires I have wasted and yet they speak so highly of themselves."  She spat, her words thick with venom.<br/><br/>She suddenly leaned in close to his face, a bold move and her eyes showed no fear, though the panic she felt because she was draw to him still raged in her heart.  "If I were so pitiful, why have I lasted this long?"  She said before she grew silent for a moment, remembering that he had asked her what she knew.  She tried to think of what she knew, which was little.  "I know that Nehmahati was considered a vampire, but she was not.  I'm not sure exactly what she was, but I know that she was powerful.  I also know that she was with Ellon for a short time before she left him when he began to try and control her.  I know that she was old and that every one of you lunes I run into call me by her name instead of my own."  She said, anger edging into her words.