She liked power, she did. She liked being very good at what she did and being considered a revered witch. Though, she thought that she could do so without becoming a bloody vampire. She definitely didn't carry around bloopops because she liked the taste. It was actually for situations like this, and she knew her life would be better if there weren't vampires wandering the streets and admiring her neck.
Still, he'd no need to go and be so attractive while being so damned evil. Oh that was it. Orla knew that she was officially in need of a good lay.
"You'd be lucky if I did," she said, turning to look up the road. "I'd be the best you ever had, believe me." Baiting vampires was not a good idea, Orla knew. But she was a cocky little thing and she had places to be anyway, and a leg to heal somewhere up the road.