Bianca loves being on top of the food chain. Stronger, faster, lethal in every since of the word. She takes a deep breath through her nostrils, obeying her hunting instincts even though her and the other's target is artificial, along with the blood it contains.  She crouches, ready to show the others why she is the oldest creation, a stand of naturally platinum blond hair falling into her crystal blue eyes. She grins savagely, bearing her elongated canines, sharp little daggers in her mouth quite capable of tearing through flesh with ease. Lets the tension build for a second more in her muscles..and then springs, easily clearing the five feet between the boxes she had been hiding behind to the human like dummy. The sound similar to breaking bone is heard as she snaps it's neck one handed, followed by the gush of blood into her mouth as she sinks her fangs into the mocked up flesh  of the shoulder. She takes a couple good gulps before stepping back, wiping the blood still flecking her lips on a fore arm. "And that's how it's done," she says, turning towards the other creations in the room.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">If you didn't know Eric, you wouldn't be able to tell he was watching his creation with pride and awe. He stands in the observation window, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He had been the first one to figure out the kinks in the aging process. Bianca was the result of his hard work and days in the lab. And now she's the perfect killing machine. Able to exist on nothing more than human blood. Ruthless against her enemies. Seductive as any run way modal. Well, take that back. Almost perfect. There was the little matter of having a personality and the classical vampire reaction to sunlight. He smirks as she steps back from her target. <span style="font-style: italic">Excellent control,</span> he thinks to himself. He looks around the training room, which made up to look like a storage warehouse, with boxs, storage units, a fork lift and of courses simulated guards.</span>