"I have never feared my death. It will come, and when it comes, I shall give it a fight." The petite vampire's fangs flashed, but not in warning. Fighting always brought that out in her. She was her Maker's progeny. She could be something of a bitch, a very dangerous one.
"You mentioned the fatty acids, so I did wonder." She looked over the fish thing, or whatever it was. She stepped closer, nostrils flaring a little.
"You may ask. And, I will answer. The City took my Maker. It took him, and now I am alone." She took a deep breath. "I have been alone before, but this is not the same."