"You're eight hundred years old?"
"Never asked a vampyre his age, sweet." Vergel waved her smile off, eyes not leaving Sheila Marie's. "Vampyre doesn't age and I'm older than that."
"Will you stop the name-calling me, I have a name you know. Sheila Marie!" She rolled her eyes at his antics. It had barely been a day and she was already fed up with so many surprises.
Vergel walked toward the doorway, Sheila Marie's skin felt a numb tremble, she glimpsed inside and after her eyes grew accustomed to the lack of light, her vision caught something! Scattered all around the room were some manuscripts that withstood explanation. Are they weapons or merely ceremonial slivers? They looked incredibly hazardous and delicate at the same time! The lack of light fueled her thoughts as they sprinted in
