“Who do you think made me this way? They did…condemned me under religious dogma and in their ignorance they made me in that I should grateful” His cold pale hand fell very faintly against the back of her head, brushing his talons over her tresses in almost tender gesture. He hissed low in his throat like a sinister cobra drawing itself into an attack mode ready to strike. His mouth drew next to her ear whispering into the depths of it reflecting only a slight hint of anger “We are made to kill you can not change that…we are their nightmare…” Jan could not help but chuckle low in his slender white throat at her suggestion that he could change “Change my mind?…no there is no going back that human you are trying to speak to is dead and has been for centuries”