Anrah stayed in her crouched position as the other two...victims introduced themselves. Her right fingers were firmly pressing into the pulse- or lack thereof- on her right rist. She didn't introduce herself.

They weren't the killers? But they were...vampires? She felt the fangs cutting into her lip as she chewed it in contemplation and anger. She was a vampire too? Did she and the other too intrude on their...nest? What would vampires call it?

Her hand slipped from her rust and she stood up, crossing her arms and glaring at De Winter through her lashes. She wants to keep what little information she has of herself, to herself.

"I'm Kaley. " she lied, never relieving her glare.