<div class="floatleft">(http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/-/Z/Y/haywire-gina-carano7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maricza Zupan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7955939#msg7955939)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Woods<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Slayer, all.<br/><hr/><br/>The Slayer's stake stopped just shy of plunging into her chest. She wasn't dead yet, so at least she knew her actions had already spoken volumes to the teen. Despite this, Maricza knew the girl had little reason to trust her, so she had to choose her next words carefully. She tried desperately to not be distracted by the smell of blood in the air and the sound of the slayer's rapid pulse. "You want to know why? Because my soul won't let me stand by and let the vampires win. As the slayer, you know that feeling better than most. Yes, I am a vampire - but you already know that I'm not like the rest. Look into my eyes. They are the only part of me that is not dead."<br/><br/>The slayer would see a stark contrast in Maricza's eyes to the usual dead orbs in the skulls of most vampires. There was fear and regret in those eyes. Anger and sadness and compassion and kindness. With Scarlett so distracted by these impossible things, Maricza would place her frigid hand gently on the stake in the slayer's hand and adjust it slightly as she knelt, keeping it where it needed to be. "Dead center, lovely." She told her. "I want to help you, even if my only aid is another tally in your book of kills. Take my skill in service to your cause, or simply take my life. I leave it to you."<br/><br/>Alone. She'd been fighting alone for nearly two centuries. Maricza's soul was tired of doing it alone. Maybe this slayer was too. Maybe it was time to eschew the solitary stereotype and build an army. Or maybe the slayer would end it right here.