Azrael picked up a bracelet that he found on one of the girls drawers. It had the Royal Family Crest on it. It was a silver chain with a circular pendant in the middle which had the Crest engraved upon it. Finally putting all the pieces together, Azrael realised that the girl he had been with all night was a Princess to the King. Or a very lucky and successful thief employed by the Royals, but that was incredibly unlikely. [i]So that is it then.[/i] He thought, looking behind him at the little girl sat on the bed. No wonder she looked so beautiful and had good manners, she had been brought up that way, and the Royals only married those with exceptional aesthetics, after all, what would you get if you sired ugly children? Bad alliances with weak countries, that's what.

As she started to talk, Azrael couldn't help but notice that the girl was starting to flirt with him. As she attempted to seduce him, Azrael couldn't help but feel his interest in her start to... rise, as it were. Although he wouldn't let himself be fooled so easily, as he rubbed a spot a few inches below his left collarbone. Elizabeth made sure he'd never forget her for the rest of his life, but she was a different seductress from a different night, and a different story. Nonetheless, he was finding himself attracted to this girls little show she was performing. 

She held her knife against her soft neck. [i]Just what is she going to do with that?[/i] Then she talked about Vampires, and Azrael couldn't help but snigger. What did this little girl know of Vampires? Of course she knew nothing but the stories, she was just a babe. Even the most wizened of men knew only the slightest realities. If Azrael was a lesser being, he could kill her before she even realised. He could toy with her like a cat would a mouse and she would be powerless to resist. Lucky for her, Azrael was not that sort of person, he was far too old for the nonsense games of the young. Not that he'd never indulged in such games, but those were darker days.

What surprised him, was how quickly this girl had come to the conclusion he was a Vampire. Sure, he hadn't been subtle with his talents, but none of it was truly extraordinary. And to most, Vampires were just horror stories for their kids, not something that rational people believed in.

As his thoughts dwelt on these things and the events of the evening, the girl took the knife to her arm and cut a thin and shallow gash into her flesh. The thick blood seeped out slowly and streamed down her arm, pooling in the palm of her hand. The blood was sweet, he couldn't describe why, usually a persons varying circumstances allowed for different scents and tastes in their blood. Apparently Royalty, plus being a young and beautiful girl was a very sweet and enticing combination.

It truly was almost irresistible, and completely unique to anything he'd smelled before. He wanted to taste it with every fibre of his being. But he had grown an incredible willpower over the years and he would not easily succumb to his desires. But still, it was being offered up to him on a silver plate, and the girls wound had yet to clot. [i]Even if she is baiting me, why not?[/i]

Evangelines face remained scrunched up as she bared with the pain she inflicted on her self.

"Excuse me, little miss, we cannot have you bleeding all over the place now can we."

Azrael said has he took her upturned hand in his own and knelt down on one knee, as a subject would honour his Queen. He closed his eyes and stuck his tongue out. In one long movement he delicately lapped at the pool of blood in her hand and then seductively traced it all the way back up her arm to the cut. He placed his lips around it and gently tongued at the wound. What she may not realise, is that within the saliva of Azrael was an agent that would help heal the wound whilst numbing the affected area. When he had finished his meal, he cleaned the rest of her arm with his handkerchief once more.

The blood was truly exquisite, truly a delight he had never sampled before. He had to resist the urge to now bleed this girl dry. But he had sworn to never do that again, a tradition he despised amongst his kind. He dropped the girls hand and retreated back to the bedroom window, looking out on the castle grounds, licking his lips.

"I am sure that answers your questions, does it not? Are you happy now? Now that you know my true identity... Princess."