"Oh, boo hoo, being surround by women must be [i] such [/i] a drag!" She called after Will as the dining room door closed. There was a playful smile on her face as she turned to Vivienne. "I know I don't have my memory, but don't guys usually like that?" She laughed, taking another sip from her cup. She was feeling much more playful and laid back the more she drank, her stiff demeanor had all but disappeared two cups ago.

"As Will said, there are others." She smiled, though it probably wasn't too comforting with the bloodstained fangs poking out. "You're the fourth fledgling; the other is a girl named Angel. As for the Old vamps, there's Mitch, Mithias," she ticked off on her fingers. "I think there was a guy named Christof but he seems to have disappeared...The females are Evelyn, who likes to be proper so watch yourself around her, one too many traditional sticks up her ass." She rolled her eyes, but sobered upon coming to the last name she could think of. "And this castle is Viorica's... you...won't be seeing her. She sorta went missing in a bad looking way." Her buzz from the blood was gone as she remembered the situation.

"C'mon, we should go see the others." She got up and went around the table, grabbing Vivienne's wrist and puking the girl out of her chair. With her free hand, Anrah balanced two goblets of blood between her fingers, and case anyone felt the need for more. When they got to Viorica's room, she left Vivienne in the doorway and went to inspect the elder vampire's room. With Angel and Mithias inspecting the dress- it seems they found something- Anrah went over the the window where Mitch stood, and stared blankly at the blood trail before something hit her, she didn't want to drink the blood she was seeing. With a sideways glance to Mitch, she asked,

"Does the blood change as it filters through a vampire's body? There no innate response to plunge our fangs intl each other's necks...and this blood smells more appalling than appealing..." She drifted off, staring at the blood that was left by Viorica. And the crime scene wasn't even really her blood, it was a dead person's blood flowing through the cold body of its consumer.

The thought sobered her even more.