[ She holds him against the shelves by the throat. Her eyes are filled with an old, old hatred, one which burns into the eyes of anyone who sees it. The malice she gives off is perhaps greater than anyone's ever felt from her, in this university. And she... ]

Did you ever think that fish girl was a liar? [ Because if Wordsmith was, who's to say she wasn't ]

But you know what, Tethras, let me tell you a story. My people were killed. Some mongreloid halfbreed decided that their lot in life was too bad for them to handle and sold us out to the church. Houses were burned and families had stakes pushed through their hearts. In days, the damned humans killed off most of the vampires in Europe - and I only escaped because my dear, beloved James whisked me out just in time to miss them cutting off my father's head. Those of us who survived that slaughter had to flee our homes, leave behind out families and our ancestors and settle in some far flung boonie. And all because some wretch thought that they would get a better deal by putting their faith in the Inquisition's damned God than their own parents.

[ She lets go of his neck, but then intends to hit him in the stomach, as hard as she can muster. And with her fury sated, she intends to then just walk away. She doesn't feel the need to spill more of her life, or to say some cool parting like or anything. No, she's...

Disappointed. She thought better of him.]