Morano sat there slumped against an old tree, irratatedly tapping her fingers against it's bark. One leg was propped up and she cut her eyes at the scenery in front of her as she stared into space. Hanabusa had been extremely annoying lately. All he'd been doing was bugging her about being a wretched fool to try and fit in as a regular noble and asking me to give a good reason why they shouldn't kill me. You see, I was part level E, which was the worst case any vampire could hold on their shoulders.
But I knew he was just toying with me, trying to mess up my mind and cause me to cause some trouble so he'd get a good fight, but more importantly blood. The others always murmurmed amongst themselves of how good I smelled when I passed them in a rush to get away from Hanabusa. Man was he irritating.