"Cursed with a soul?" Selene had never heard of such a thing. Then again, hers was not a world built on mysticism. If she was born with such a thing as a soul, it was still well in tact, the virus in her veins had not chased off her mortality.
Faith had a drug addiction. A dangerous one. For some reason, given the lifestyle the young girl had to live, she was not shocked. There were many times that Selene prayed for something that might numb the pain of her life. As dreadful as it may be, blood was the only thing that gave her that reprieve.
The small blue vial was snatched up in her hand, no more then a flash as he hand reached out with inhumane speed and stole it from her palm.
"You are worth more then being someones....dinner Faith." With that she crushed the vial in her hand. Her heart was heavy as she gazed at the Slayer. Had anyone ever made her feel important? Loved her? Needed her for more then a mighty fist? This was not something Selene would usually concern herself with but it bothered her deeply.
"Actually there was more to my visit...I need your help with something." Selene looked her in the eye with as much sincerity as she could muster. "Would you be my maid of honor? I have few friends and among the handful you are the one that shines the brightest."