Her eyes hard on him, it did not deture him or stop him from speaking. She said nothing though, not answering him in the slightest. He had made her think, whether she would care to admit it or not. He had caught something within her. She turned, walking out the door to get on her horse. He stepped into the doorway to watch her, as she glanced at him before walking away. She had asked him to help her, and he had caused her to think. He had not said no or yes, his feelings towards all of this a bit hectic within. He was thinking himself about all of this as she took off the main path into the trees.

He sighed slightly, shaking his head. Closing the door, he was once more left in silence as the world around him continued to slowly darken into night. He made his way into the kitchen once more, cleaning up the cups and such within. He did not have to eat, and honestly, he had no appetite. Moving to the stairs, his body felt surprisingly heavy. Weighed down by thoughts and such that he had not thought about in a long time. He made his way up to his chambers, a room that he had used for the past few centuries. Off to the side was a bathroom, a tub that sat within. He spent the next bit of time filling it with hot water while thinking of the uninvited guest he had gained.

The woman had tried his patience, she had tested him and he her. Where did that leave them both now? Any different than they had been mere hours before? He paused, looking into the glass of a mirror as the change began to occur. The darkening skies brought the red back to his eyes. His skin lightening as it progressed, losing the warm tan color it usually was. At the same time, he could feel the fangs against his tongue. Forever, she thought them monsters, beings who did not have a right to exist those who should not exist. She was naive indeed. Families from generations, extentions of those who were long ago around. He let the coat slip from his shoulders. He would still need to repair it. He then unbuckled the plate upon his chest that protected him.

It lifted a bit of weight from his body, but still he felt heavy. He undid his pants, allowing them to slip away as well. A towel hung near the tub for after, his body moving into the steaming water. It felt good, allowing his muscles to relax. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the edge of the tub. Who was right, who was wrong. Life and death, good and evil. Who truly could say which was which? Who had the right to tell which was which? For now she had gone, leaving him to his thoughts, to his feelings. He was confused and clouded, left in the silence to try and sort through it all as she had left. She hid that he had gotten to her, that he had made her think. She could take it as a no, but it had not been really. She would probably brush it off, she would definitely be back. She would not let things stand like that.

How she would act or what she would say once she came back was another story though. Would she be hostile towards him? Probably, she did not seem like the type to simply give up on her aggression. It seemed to have taken a lot to simply say please and ask for his help. But in the end, she was still asking him to help her murder his family. To ultimately kill himself in the process as well. He sighed, pushing the thoughts from his mind.