Karina watched in a mixture of awe and confusion. The boy-man-fighter? Whoever he was seemed to enjoy the array of combat he was dishing out. The large sack of meat-man glared at the bowman and then back at her. She stuck her tongue out at him like a small child.

“I told you to give it your best shot, he just saved you from a long painful death.” She nodded at her savior. “I was going to skin you alive,” she shrugged.

“Hmm. Seems you lads picked the vastly wrong target. Go on then, you look strong enough to carry the rest of these louts off.” The staff-wielding man’s voice was disconcertingly cheery, though he had started a bit hesitantly before he found his groove. His attention was locked onto the red-haired man and his back towards Kara.

She rolled out her shoulders, a few pops and cracks as she relaxed. A sickeningly sweet grin flirted with her crimson lips. Slowly her fangs elongated and poked at her pouty bottom lip. The red head’s eyes widened with fear, he stumbled a few steps back.

“Yo-you’re a fucking vampire?” He stuttered.

A small, childish giggle came from Karina as she could smell the fear rolling of of him in waves. Before she could respond to the disbelieving words, the brown haired man in front of her shrugged his shoulders.

“Nah, I'm a fiddler.” Came the amused reply from him. “And really, if the lass was a vampire, you lot really, really tugged the kelpie’s tail, didn’tcha?” The man turned his head to her - and paused, his blue eyes going wide. “Ah.”

Karina rolled her unique eyes at both of the brutes. “Dhampir,” she corrected him calmly.

She could start to feel the thirst building inside of her. Just being around others with her fangs deployed was like sticking a hot branding iron down her throat. It had been a few weeks since she had fed from a human and the hunger was growing.


She let the tip of her tongue roll over the sharp points of her fangs. A small shiver ran down her spine as she was almost certain the red head was either going to soil himself or pass out.

“Hey now lad. Why don't you expedite a rather hasty retreat here, with your friends?” The brown-haired young man had turned around to face her, planting his staff on the ground as he gave her a tight smile. “I'll have a chat with the lass in the meantime.”

“Shouldn’t it be the other way around I feast on the men that were going to rape me, not the one that saved me?” She slowly tilted her head to the side, her intense gaze now on the bowman. His smile tightened a little more.

“Aye, perhaps, but I am not strong enough to carry the unconscious lads away. Besides - the silver haired idiot is now likely brain damaged, as are the two you took out, and I doubt our last friend here will ever think about way laying women again. Right, neighbor?” The end of his words were raised, directed to the man behind him - though his blue gaze remained locked on Kara. “One life, against four. Besides, I hope you won't kill me, lass.” He tried to grin, but it came out rather weak.

“Only problem is now that my fangs are out and I am hungry. I never said that they would be alive when I was done either.” She purred softly, taking a step closer to the bowman.