Mallory watched the vampire without a hint of fear as he turned towards her. She was tensed, ready and waiting for an attack, but she didn't look afraid. Her gaze grazed over his fangs, and she said nothing as he spoke first.
"Your kind always want trouble," she spat back, the disdain for his species utterly clear in her tone. "That's what you vampires do best." It felt like the scars on her cheek burned from his mere presence. He hadn't been any of the ones who attacked her, but that didn't make him any less culpable.