Ah....Nature[Dani]

[Inora Theos]

Inora sat in the gardens of Hollywood, her khaki shorts and even her legs covered in grass stains and smears of dirt. Her hands were encased in a pair of tan gardening gloves and her upper torso was covered by a yellow tank top that reflected the cheerfulness of the day. Her shoulders were getting bronzed from this, her new job, as a gardener. She had pulled her long blond curls up into a high ponytail and it swung happily every time she moved.

For instance, as she leaned forward to pull a weed, her ponytail fell over her shoulder, tickling her nose and her skin. She let out a loud sneeze and then laughed.

"Alright now little weed, you're choking my morning glory's so it's time to say goodbye." Inora grabbed the weed strongly and pulled hard. The stubborn thing just refused to come out. "I can't take the time to dig you out around the roots of my baby's so you need to come out on your own little one." She grabbed again and yanked, this time the weed slowly came out of the ground, it's roots hanging limply from it's stalk.

Inora smiled and set it aside in the basket she'd brought along with her, picking up a seed from the other side of the basket. She placed the seed gently into the hole that had been created by the weed and covered it up. "There you go lovely. You'll grow in nicely here and you won't choke your friends."

She climbed carefully to her feet so as not to tread on any of the flowers and stretched. "Mmmm....feels good to stand up again." She looked up into the sky and smiled again. This had to be the best job she'd ever had. Driving for Adam's company had been fun, she would have loved to go back, but she felt like she had to try to do something on her own for once. Inora had found this job all by herself, gotten it based on nothing but her credentials, and was keeping it based on nothing but her work. She felt like she was finally becoming an adult and a helpful member of society.

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

Hollywood was filled with hills. Upward currents and endless knolls taking him nearer to heaven, despite the fact he never really felt any closer to anything celestial. Frustration plagued the vampire, his ghostly features twisted into an expression of obvious animosity. Daniel was a frightening sight and a formidable opponent, two facts that were unmistakable. Topaz brows were knit together and the immortal's cerulean gaze was trained upon the next, belligerent rise he was to inevitably climb. Muttering slowly under his breath, curse after blue curse, spilled past those racing lips in a voice so angelic it was disturbing to think what he was truly saying. The enunciation of another's voice however interrupted his own rantings and his features lightened with surprise. Who would be out here? It was not the glamorous portion of California that he had decided to take a stroll in. In fact it hardly even qualified as pretty. The dirt was dark, and fertile if one was willing to dig and as he approached the origin of that sound he found that the smell of earth was all his nostrils could truly decipher. It irked him to no uncertain end, and made it difficult to distinguish what this creature was. He would assume human. No vampire or werewolf would have allowed him to approach so stealthily without a pompous greeting.

As his features peaked over the hill, he stopped and allowed his palms to slide into the hinde pockets of his denims, head tilted to the side. There was a platinum blonde, whose hair was perhaps the only vaguely clean. The rest of her was nothing short of filthy. Daniel chuckled, the sound induced from deep within his throat and diaphragm. It was a pleasing sound, a rough masculine drawl that was so low and husky it would probably be difficult to detect unless you were seeking the sound. "That hardly looks like a woman's work." He commented distantly, not bothering to greet her or move forward to help either. It was just a wayward commentary, originating fom a musing that would take him far from where they currently were stationed. If she were a mortal, which he sincerely hoped she was, she would be taken back by his sudden appearance. He wasn't particularly worried, to say the very least.

ooc: next post will be longer. i'm falling asleep on my keyboard. xD

[Inora Theos]

Inora gasped sharply, caught unawares like she normally was. How did she never realize when people were sneaking up on her? She turned to face the man, she could tell it was a man from his voice, who had spoken.

He was tall, but then again, most people were taller than her and he was built strong. He didn't look too much older than she was, but the smells coming off of him suggested that he could look as young as she was but more than likely he was much, much older.

Her nostrils flared slightly as she sniffed the air again. Yep, vampire. She certainly hoped he was werewolf friendly, cause she knew that some vamps weren't.

"Well, no this may not technically be woman's work, but it's my work and I have decided that I quite enjoy it." Inora grinned at the vampire and shrugged. "Besides, my kind enjoys being out in nature." She hefted the basket higher up on her arm and stepped closer to him.

"I haven't seen many people coming through here in the few days I've been working. You just wandering to wander or were you looking for something in particular?"

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

Surprised?, he mused internally, mirth glittering in the deep azure that clouded his gaze. The slow ember of his sweeping glance searing the skin despite the placid chill that ran through his veins so smoothly. She appeared quite ordinary. Short, blond with fair complexion. Yet, Daniel could not seem to pass over the ridiculous amount of dirt that littered both her skin and her ensemble. A brow ascended slowly at her, and further verse was on the tip of his tongue when the soft enunciation of her scenting locked his jaw in place. If Dani had had fur on the back of his neck it would have stood on end. And there she went, on talking as if all was normal when clearly he was ill at ease. A snarl gathered in his throat, aching to burst forth as was the sheer force and measure of his rage. How dare she. Speak to him in such a pedestrian fashion. This was not to be. Werewolves and vampires were a sickening mix. Like the silk of freshly brewed coffee mixed with spoiled creme. Nothing short of distasteful. The words she spoke were a garble in his brain, his own vengeful thoughts twisting and gnarling up whatever meaning they hoped to set forth. They were beyond his desire to comprehend. Stepping back, he fidgeted for a moment - glowering at her with the utmost spade of animosity before turning on his heel and moving off.

He was three strides into his journey before he made an abrupt about face and came right back to where he had previously stood; awestruck.

Had it been the dirt that masked her scent to him? Why was it that he could not feel her burning stench lining his nostrils? Frigid anger overtook him, deep as the night before the dawn and much less given to lightening in the near future. He did not respond to her question, waving it off with a single motion of his palm, his fingers fluttering in the air for a brief second before he resumed staring at her. A freakish onslaught of feral hostility. It delved into the deepest concave of his soul, this disdain for the breed and yet as he stared at her he could not hold onto it. Some wolves induced it, like a moth to a flame he was drawn to the rage the coaxed from him. And yet she, this short, ragged little nymph, dared sooth his hatred. Clenching his palms over and over he was rooted to the spot, as if deliberating what was the best action to take next. None came within his head. There was no preset, no template to the happening that he faced at present. The precedent wa absent and so was his reaction. "You don't smell like dog. But that's what you are. Why." It was muttered under his breath, in broken slurred whispers that could be deemed gibberish but to any vampire it was pure untainted English. Shaking his skull, his pupils were miniscule tracing each curve of her countenanace as if to commit this offending siren to memory and yet he flinched away from her with each renewing blink. Why?

[Inora Theos]

Inora cocked her head to one side, for once looking like the so-called "dog" she was. He was mad, she hadn't realized it before but there it was, clearly he hadn't known that she was a werewolf, and clearly now that he did know he didn't like it. She started to say something but closed her lips when he glared and moved off.

She was surprised to say the least when he quickly stalked back. He was looking at her like she was some science experiment gone wrong. Nora stood still, hoping that no harm would come to her. He couldn't really get mad at her could he? She'd simply been sitting in the dirt, doing her job, he'd come to her. She heard his whispers, mutters of confusion, and they made her head spin with the same emotion. She didn't smell like werewolf to him?

"I'm sorry." She said softly, trying not to move still, just holding her body motionless. "I don't know why I wouldn't smell like werewolf to you." She carefully stressed the werewolf, resenting the term dog like she always had. She never referred to vampires as leeches or any other such terms.

She had never understood the vampires' aversion to her kind or her own kinds' aversion to vampires. Why did it matter what they were? Why couldn't it just be about the people they were? The way they acted. Why should it matter that she was bitten by a werewolf during a full moon, that was hardly her fault. She should hardly be condemned for it.

"Perhaps it's all the dirt?"

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

The cerulean of Daniel's gaze had begun to burn into a sort of navy obsidian, blackened by the thought of his blunder. A werewolf. He had knowingly approached a werewolf and not been able to decipher that it was just a fleabag. Palms clenched as the she-wolf began to stumble over some sort of utterly stupid explanation, scorching oculus pinning the siren with a resentful expression. Yes, he resented her. For existing. For breathing. To dare breathing in front of him. Skull was tossed in a feral expression of fury as he simply stood there, not really gathering his thoughts but more like stewing in the rage. Of course she didn't know what was going on, naturally with that pea sized brain it would be difficult. Daniel was literally trembling with the amount of hostility that bubbled within his veins while he just stood there and let it build. Maybe the dirt. Maybe?! MAYBE! "You think?!" He snapped icily, no apology in his stare or in the near future to be quite frank.

"So you think it's perfectly fine for me to just come up like you're normal? Like it's normal for us to be talking?" He didn't wait for her to respond, but snapped in answer to his own question. "It's not normal. And it's not okay!" Daniel truly struggled with this dilemna. Yet the innoence of the wolf pitted his guilt against him. He despised himself for his anger but it outweighed the the guilt far too greatly for it too really matter.

[Inora Theos]

Inora stopped talking, her mouth hanging slightly open in surprise as she saw his anger building. Did she think it was fine for them to be talking? Of course she did, Inora had had vampire friends before and she was sure to have them again. She just did not understand this senseless hatred. And his anger was starting to scare her. It was as if she was filthy and horrible simply because she wasn't a vampire.

Tears welled up behind her eyelids as she cast them towards the ground so he wouldn't see. "I...I'm...sorry..." Her voice shook with the attempt to keep the tears in check. Her heart was nearly breaking at this open display of utter hatred for her, simply because of what she was. She bent slowly and placed the basket on the ground, wrapping her arms around herself in an instinctively protective gesture. She straightened even slower, her mind racing, trying to think of what to say. There were so many options just floating around in her head.

"Why is it such a sin for me to be something other than your kind?" Inora asked softly, looking up to the vampire man with her cheeks sparkling from the now freely flowing tears. "Why is it that you vampires seem to think that all werewolves are nothing more than stupid, thick-headed animals no smarter than the common street mutt?" Her words were still shaky but she held her head high. "I'm not stupid okay, I may be naive about somethings, and I know I seem innocent, but most of that is just that I never know what to say to people. I don't ever want to upset someone or make them feel bad." She sniffed and continued. "If you would take the time to get to know some of the people you consider no better than dogs, you might find that they are no better or worse than you. We're all just humans if you take away the special abilities, we all started out humans. Sure there are the stupid ones in our group, but there are stupid ones in your group as well. And there are also strong, smart ones in our group, people who's very existence makes this world a better place." She took a deep breath and looked away.

"I'm probably wasting my breath telling you this."

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

Desaray Conteo was a legend. A man whose origination of Spain would not be a spectator's first judgment. With a fair, golden head of soft tangled curls and crystal blue eyes the color of the pale morning sky, Ray as he was more commonly called, was the unexpected godly immortal. Much like Carlisle in Twilight, however his features were not so pale and most definitely less boyish. No, Ray was beautiful, and rugged and more things that mortals have attempted to describe him with. And to those who knew him? What was he like. Well, his wife, Laveda, would probably attest to his quiet, calming nature. This was an attribute that had the greatest tendency to rub off on his offspring...at least the male one. Kyran Conteo was just as blonde and blue eyed as his father, and perhaps more gentle and claimed a mortal bride whom he turned following the birth of their son, Daniel...thus the continuation of the perpetually blonde and blue eyed children of the Conteo line.


Daniel was not accustomed to making others cry. Which was new, because he had made them scream. The frigid intensity of his gaze bore into the woman's crumpling features, shoulders squaring as she rambled on and on...There was something mentioned of stupid individuals on both sides, and her not wanting to hurt other people. A quiet frown creased his brows, and he breathed in slowly. Dirt. All he could smell was the dirt that covered her. It was tolerable from a distance. For an instant, Dani was a human again. His palms could almost feel the warmth of mortality, the heat of the summer wind and the smell of salt filling his nostrils. He could smell it. And feel the grit of sand in his mouth and the reflex of beach volleyball. Oh yes, Conteo recalled California. Breathing a sigh, his features grew vague and neutral. Sober and perhaps more intelligable seeming. At least he appeared less a threat. The commonplace glitter of those baby blues was restored to an almost tender expression, a ghostly human smile curling his features. What a wreck she was. Oculus were rolled at the assumption, though it would seem hypocritical to reproach her for such a thing. Shaking his head with a snort of frustration, a palm extended, articulations wrapping gently around her wrist. Daniel pulled the crying female into his chest and held her in the brawny embrace of his appendages.

The scent of her shining hair was interesting. It was an exotic, almost spiced scent - like cinammon to him. Immediately the immortal was surprised, and held her in shocked silence for a moment longer before holding her out at arm's length. "Now stop crying. You make me miss the beach." It was muttered hoarsely under his breath as he worked to grasp at what exactly he'd just done. Hugged the enemy? Having had his breath caught in his throat, the vampire's azure gaze had pivoted over away from the woman's features and down upon the gravel. Clearing his throat, he stood silent for a moment and stared at her for a full minute before he sighed. Defeated. Now what to do with the calming monster. Well?

[Inora Theos]

Inora felt herself pulled forward and gasped in surprise. His chest was strong against her face and she found herself taking a deep breath to smell him. She could smell California on him, smell all the things that he was remembering. Her wolf nose was something she was still getting used to but she'd never smelled anyone this closely before. It was odd, smelling the memories of places on him.

Nora felt herself being pushed away from him and mourned the loss of his strength, then checked her emotions and mentally shook herself. This was a vampire, who obviously both hated werewolves and had some serious problems with mood swings. Not to mention he was probably a lot older than her. However, she couldn't help herself, she felt a crush beginning.

"Stop crying? Do you know how hard it is to stop once you've started?" She asked, sniffing lightly and reaching up to wipe her eyes. "Miss the beach? One second you're a mean vampire, yelling at me that it's not normal for me to address you as an equal, and the next you're hugging me and telling me to stop crying cause you miss the beach...You either have some serious mental problems or you're not the hard ass you pretend to be."

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

The soft spewing of breath she liberated in response to his actions coaxed his grip to loosen – musing perhaps it had been too tight. The thought made a cruel sneer manifest itself on the outermost seams of his aperture; an expression Inora would never have caught. It appeared vaguely like an amused grin. The next sound that registered within the atmospheric decibels was a slow, inquisitive inhale. Trust a dog to sniff me. He grumbled internally, the warring fervor only making it more difficult not to immediately crush her. Naturally this didn’t happen, but it would have made his existence much easier if it had. There was a distinction in the female’s smooth features and the expression that possessed them as he openly shunned her. But what was its significance…

Puzzled, Daniel listened now to the words that she spoke and almost laughed. ‘Do you know how hard it is to stop once you’ve started?’ That only applied if there was deeper hurt than that of face value or something else that was bothering her. But the question, to another soul, was something like a slap in the face. Regrettably, Daniel had grown accustomed to such insensitive drivel and seemed completely unaffected. The sun kissed, handsomely carved countenance of the immortal difficult to decipher in its expression…or in this case, lack thereof. Presently, she finished speaking and Dani allowed himself to lean forward with a ghoulish smirk. ”Must it be one or the other? One might assume both trouble this prejudiced assassin.”

It was murmured without a hint of remorse for the swift change in the fervent direction. She was female, surely she was accustomed to such changes in the wind. ”I could pose the same argument you did. Though it would seem I’ve grown more accustomed to the switch than you.” It was a mused, almost rhetoric statement set forth to linger haphazardly between them as the immortal became a reticent spectator for some moments. ”Even I was a child once.” It was murmured with a tint of laughter in the words. Daniel could recall this childhood vividly, and the memories turned over in his mind as the blond stared at his counterpart with a still laughing gaze.

[Inora Theos]

"Of course you were a child once, but then again, it was much, much longer ago than my own childhood. I'm sure. Especially since I've barely outgrown my childhood. I'm only 18 you know." She smiled and moved away from him, feeling a little uncomfortable with how close she was to someone who only moments ago had been looking at her with disgust. She picked up the basket again and looked up at him.

"My name is Inora. Would you care to exchange this information for your name? Or am I too lowly to speak it?" She was only half joking, she couldn't see any reason to act as if the hatred was a thing of the past. This man confused her more than any other ever had, one minute he was looking down on her and the next he was comforting her.

One would think, considering the way he felt about werewolves, that he never would have touched her in the first place. A part of her wished he hadn't, because she found herself wanting to be his friend, wanting to know him better. And also felt herself developing an impossible crush on him. Doubly impossible because of his age, his species, and his hatred for her own.

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

LoThe flaunting of her youthful status coaxed a dry chuckle to break from his lightly bristled aperture, skull ducking with the thought of his own age. Older, to say the very least. Which was perfectly alright in his opinion. Youth was a waste, truly and he was disinterested in anything but the innocence he had once possessed. That however was lost too. No sense in mourning something long dead. Like you. Almost flinching away from the thought only to revert his attentions back to her at the bestowal of her epithet. Inora. Unusual. Though that somehow was canceled by the internal snarl that bubbled and was swallowed deep within his throat. Cavorting with the enemy, with a fleabag…with a lovely creature. Daniel could not decide which was worse, his anger at himself or at her. Bristling inwardly, Dani stared her down for a long moment, pupils narrowing dangerously at the supposition. ”Pushing me is not the wisest course of action, Inora.” The ferocity was cut short as the sweet scent of her, a mixture of dirt, whatever perfume she had lightly spritzed and the flowers she had been frolicking, wafted into his nostrils. Stepping back to avoid this enticing smell that almost overpowered the alluring scent of the blood flowing innocently enough through her veins, he eyed her just as a drugee would eye his heroin, with a mixture of love and utter hatred.

It was on the tip of his tongue to apologize, to murmur that he was sorry. But sorry for what was a better question. Sorry he hated her? Sorry she intoxicated him? Sorry he had stumbled upon her? Surely he was not sorry for any of these things. Not one. The mixture made no sense whatsoever. ”Daniel.” He used his full name, rich and cold and unfamiliar. Anyone who knew Dani called him by just that; Dani. Brows ascended at himself more than she. He did not want to harm her, nor did he want to comfort her…but seeing her die would bring him no pleasure either. It was a no win situation for Conteo and it had already begun to burn a hole in his skull. Rubbing his temples, cobalt oculus eyes her in the moonlight, observing the way the pale light illuminated her immaculate and doubtlessly soft features. ”Why are you out here so late?” It was murmured softly under his breath, the beast inside not yet admitting defeat, and poised to strike once again so long as Daniel was in the company of this she-wolf.

[ii]You just don’t understand how not safe this is.

[/i] The muscle in his jaw rippled with the effort of choking down the rage and the monster that yearned to dig into that tender jugular of hers. How could that possibly be? He cared about her, to put it very mildly. The vampire wanted to see her bent in anguish, the man wanted to see her curled into his arms. An odd sensation, truly, for the loner of a vampire. And his plans of beginning a coven would only make this pursuit more impossible, more wrong. Not that the others would not have been able to fathom it. They had lived long enough to see stranger things than this love/hate mess that he had begun to fall into.
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[Inora Theos]

Pushing me is not the wisest course of action, Inora.She took a step back as he spoke those words, but couldn't help a small shudder running through her body as he spoke her name. Stop it! It's creepy to get these feelings when he's basically threatening you. Get a hold of yourself. After mentally shaking herself this way, Inora squared her shoulders. She wanted to say something but despite her brave act, she was afraid of making him mad. She didn't want to get eaten today, or any other day for that matter. Her eyes caught his and she felt another shiver run through him. Blue was one of her favorite colors and his eyes were just about the most beautiful shade of blue she'd ever seen in her life.

"Daniel...." The name rolled off her tongue, slow and sensual without any thought on her part, she was simply trying it out. She would like to say it fit him, but honestly, she wasn't really sure whether it did or not. "Well Daniel, I'm out here so late because I like nighttime." She looked up at the moon, which was thankfully not full tonight, and smiled. "It's so much more peaceful and I just wanted to take a walk. Plus, this is my job and it's a lot better for my skin to work at night than during the day." Inora shrugged and stepped forward enough to close the space they had both put between them.

Her finger poked his chest, feeling the solid strength emanating from him and simply wanting to melt into it, but instead she stood taller. "And what are you doing sneaking up on unsuspecting girls in dark gardens off the beaten path? Looking for humans to munch on?" She was pushing it again, pushing both of them in fact. Pushing him by placing her werewolf self near him and daring to touch him, and pushing herself by being so close to him and smelling all the things that had made her so goo-goo eyed earlier. But she was stronger than this and she simply wanted to change his mind about 'mutts', so she forced herself to stay exactly where she was.

Forced herself to ignore how badly she suddenly wished she was more bold, more experienced, more of a woman. Forced herself to ignore all the thoughts of 'why couldn't I be a vampire' running through her head. Forced herself to ignore the fact that he would probably kill her eventually, and the fact that he probably already wanted to.

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

The fleeting moment that the electric blue of his stare met the soft, innocent azure gaze of the vampire was just that – electric. It seared him to the core and stirred the flame of tempted anger within him. His gaze was quick to avert itself to something other than that. This ended up being something over her shoulder, though he had no choice but to repossess her stare upon the murmuring of his christening. The way it drifted gingerly past her doubtlessly soft peach lips coaxed the painfully small hairs aloft his nape to rise, a chill running the length of his spine though he said nothing and disclosed no hint of what her actions induced. ”It’s not safe for you to be working at night. I’m not the only one who dislikes mutts.” Daniel replied shortly, oculi rolling at her ignorance. Not many would be so affected by her as he…in fact he was fairly certain he would be one of the very few. Daniel was surprisingly close to his human self, denying his vampire more often than was comfortable.

It was amusing that this – playing with plants was her job. No wonder she didn’t know anything. Probably didn’t get out much, or her friends wanted to preserve her innocence. How selfish of them. The sooner she came to terms with reality the safer she would be. The sensation of a slender digit being pressed to the space between his pectorals coaxed a low trailing snarl, incisors disclosed as he poised in what seemed a pouncing position. To someone further away it might seem a comical reaction. Unfortunately for Nora that could be the last thing she ever saw. The young werewolf was far too close for comfort and he stepped back, keeping his personal bubble to himself as it should be. An irritated expression now seemed plastered on his countenance. Infuriating beauty, this one. One of them should leave. End this now before it got messier.

”Seeing who was dumb enough to be walking around at night in the middle of a secluded area with no protection.” Dani snapped hotly, still affected by the burning sensation where she had touched him. Naturally there was an epic temperature difference, and Daniel inwardly blamed that for the crawling sensation his skin had adopted. Uncomfortable. Her impudence was annoying, her naivety charming and why did she have to be so God awful beautiful? Of course Daniel had met blondes before. Pretty girls came in spades when the world could accommodate ones needs, but this was natural beauty. With very little makeup or hair product – how did he know, he couldn’t smell it. That always had a sickening smell that Daniel tried most to avoid. Lids descended slowly, and a sigh meant to temper his desire to lunge, tear open that sweet neck of hers and end it was taken. Palms clenched at his sides briefly before he turned on his heel with a stern “don’t follow me” look, and moved off.

”Goodbye Inora.”

ooc :: Erm. She could follow xD or we can start a different thread where he runs into her while she’s with her girlfriends. Maybe Ali and Ixi maybe wanna jump in or something. I think it’d be interesting. Sorry about him walking away…but it’s what he’d honestly do. >.>

[Inora Theos]

Inora smiled. "It's sweet of you to be concerned for my safety but I can take care of myself. And when the time comes that I can't take care of myself, well I guess that'll be the day that I die. But until that day comes, I'm not going to hide away in my home at night just because some vampires are intolerant of my kind." She was pushing it yet again and she knew it, but she refused to sit back and cower anymore. This man, this vampire, brought out the strength in her simply because she didn't want him to see the weakness. Even though she knew that the weakness was all he could ever see.

He saw her as everyone else did. Sweet little Inora, too stupid for her own good. Most people wanted to protect her, to keep the innocence and naivety they saw in her intact, but they didn't realize that there was more to her than that. Sure she was still very innocent, and naive as well. But she had also been learning, very quickly, what the real world was like. She was starting to come into her own and her old persona, ignorance even, simply was beginning to annoy her.

She wasn't as stupid and fragile as they all believed.

His reaction to her poke was comical, she knew she should be afraid but she just couldn't bring herself to it. He got so angry, so quickly, just because of her. "So touchy." She mumbled to herself. His words entered her ears and she laughed aloud. "No protection? I'm quite far off the beaten path Daniel, and as I said, I'm not completely helpless. For your informatio...."

Goodbye Inora. His words cut off her tirade as he turned and walked away. She brushed off the don't follow me look and did exactly the opposite. "Now wait a minute! You come upon me here in the middle of the night, invade my peace while I'm trying to do my job. Verbally assault me for daring to be a werewolf and daring to be in your path, then completely screw with my head by flipping personalities every five seconds. And then you just walk away while I'm in the middle of talking to you? How rude can one vampire be?"

Lost, her mind was gone, she had completely lost it. What kind of idiot went after a vampire this way? When she should be thanking her lucky stars that he'd walked away and left her in one piece! Oh, yeah, Inora was definitely some kind of super idiot.