Her navy eyes lifted to the brother speaking to her, the one who had the motorcycle and the darkness in them matched midnight at its darkest, striking in the utter white of her skin, her hair like a dark fire in the shade of the room around her cheeks. "You don't understand." She felt sick, her hand trembling and she put the glass on the table again, shuddering at the thought of having to drink blood. She had been around blood before, more then most normal twenty three year olds perhaps, there were rites that called for it but it was always goat or chicken blood. This was something else.<br/><br/>"The Empress...Tiana, my mother left me in her care. She's the Elder of my Coven." She sighed then, a wan smile on her lips. "You see, I'm a Witch."<br/><br/>Aaralynn's eyes dropped to the glass of blood, still fighting in herself over what to do with it. "I can't be a vampire....my mother was an angel." The words were whispered, breathed really, an admission of a power that she didn't fully have but could own to. Direct legacies like her's were rare, she knew that. They probably could have guessed it if they had taken her blood.