Lots have attempted to turn me I felt that but im immune to turning you can try if you feel the urge youd get a free drink out of it anyway. *smiles*
*gets quite* maybe it has to do with being immortal... *flashes her fangs with a grin*
Perhaps.. Where would you like the blood to come from? The traditional throat?
sure why not *places a cold hand on your neck and prepares to bite you*
*Smiles* Sure *He relaxes having experience for minimal pain from the bite*
*sighs and bites the flesh gently, sucking out enough blood to keep her sane before pulling away* hope that didn't hurt *hands you a bandage and turns to the paling girl and points at the sign* I didn't kill him and I don't plan on hurting anyone
The doors open suddenly, his black sash moving quickly yet intentionally.
His footsteps echo through the ballroom. Many people within, yet very few reflections.
Not even his own image lays upon the onlooking mirrors. "Greetings!" He exclaimed, "My apologies for being so late." He picked his cane up by its neck, and bowed; his arm, which held his black and white hat, flew knowingly infront of him to his side. "I am known as Madd, it is a pleasure to meet you all," a smile played on his lips, revealing his glistening fangs.