Haliya didn't know how many times the people around her had scrubbed in her face that she was a vampire. They didn't know what exactly, but they were confident she was, which caused her confusion and stupor.
"You keep telling me that I am a vampire, but I am a different one? How am I different?" She asked.
What Haliya knew about the vampires were the stereotypes. She didn't even understand what they meant when they told her that there were two vampire venoms and the one that was supposed to kill her didn't. She didn't know what to expect in her life. They were saying she was a vampire, but she couldn't really see and feel anything that proved her to be one, except for her sudden bloodlust.
Xavier smirked. He knew that his kind was misunderstood and the story passed on among humans was
