Anrah glanced at Mithias. She had just taken a seat next to Mitch when the elder vampire spoke of the lies held about the blood. It didn't really bother her, because as she said earlier, the people were dead now either way and the blood cannot be returned to them. She silently filled two more glasses for herself with shakey hands. She felt like she couldn't get enough as she quickly gulped those two down silently before regaining a bit of her composure and filling another glass more calmy.

He walked closer to her and the other two new vampires, telling them of their choices. To her it seemed rather obvious, which choice to make, but she realized it may be a confusing choice for someone like Angel.

Anrah didn't fear being an outcast, nor did she fear being hated. She could handle her own.

With a careless tilt of her head, Anrah went back to drinking the blood in her cup.