She remained silent at the fountain topic. Blood wouldn’t suffice to the vampires she knew. Souls were their true nourishment. They could suck from the straws of donated medical bags and while it quenched their thirst and yet that wasn’t enough substance. Like junk food wasn’t going to provide a human nutrients to be healthy, the blood was the conduct to the Midians she had been taught to hunt. And their human minds would deteriorate over the passing years by the soup of lives caged within the confines of their shells.
“Make us third in that motion,” Integral spoke from her seat. She had set the tea down and rose while a cloud of smoke was blew out her mouth. She turned at Matthias, waiting for him to do the honours. She still got lost in the mystifying passages of the ever-changing layout of the castle. No room remained in the same place. It was slightly irritating to need a map to reach the toilet say at least.
“Which spot have you chosen to go first?” was her brisk inquiry as she glanced at the vampire King’s direction. The knight was coming along to avoid any foul play. She knew the Draculas and they were non-intentionally childish in their reign of terror mindset. They needed a leash to avoid absurd incidents.