[ Krul stares to the girl, wondering just how naive someone can be. But she's only thirteen and somehow, she thinks the girl hasn't seen the lengths of cruelty that humans are capable of doing to each other.

The mention of this "kind vampire" causes her to laugh a little and she tilts her head. ]

And what makes you so sure he won't end up drinking your blood? [ She asks the question as she lifts her hand, showing the blood that has slowed its dripping down her arm. ] This is what we live off of. Only this. Try as you might to ignore the thirst, the worse it gets and the more desperate you become for it.

[ She's thinking of someone in particular, a certain blond haired vampire she turned in order to save his life and how stubborn he had been with drinking human blood. Over and over again would he cry that he didn't want to be a monster, that he'd rather die and in a way, she understood; there are times when even she hates herself for being an immortal bloodsucking vampire. But it's simply what they are and so drinking blood is just a part of who they are.

Her eyes darken then and slowly, she smiles. ]

What makes you think I'm a vampire like him and won't break your neck and suck you dry right here?