I don't have to listen to you. Liss's mind-voice had all the weight of her years laced through it. She didn't want to stop, the vampire sensed that she would be in trouble if she did, and it was not necessarily the kind of trouble that threatened her life; the neko woman could probably hurt her very badly, but there were only a very few things that could kill her. Like all vampires, she had only a handful of weaknesses that were unique to her, and Liss was sure that the hunter didn't know any of them, since she had never encountered her before. Besides, each vampire's mortal weakness was different. She had once known a very old vampire who could only be killed by having a certain point on his foot stabbed through with a fresh acorn.

Pausing for a fraction, Liss frowned. Since when do neko folk have telepathic abilities? I've never met one that had them, unless they had some kind of vampire blood in them. She knew there was a way for vampires to reproduce, whether it was with humans or neko folk, but she had never heard of a halfling who survived the birthing process. A frown marred her face as she kept going, knowing that she'd be safe as soon as she reached town. The woman would not dare to attack her in the midst of all those humans. Besides, her adopted parents would certainly know what had happened and demand answers from her.