Cateline winced as the knife was against her once more. [i]It's speaking![/i] She thought, still as terrified as the men. [i]And to me-[/i] That thought made ger shutter 
As the men dropped her, she gathered what she could of her ruined night gown to cover herself with. Some of the fabric was directed to her still dripping neck. 
"Y-Yes.." She she managed, answering his first question with one word. She tried to scoot back ever so slightly, fear still overwhelmingly present on her face. Wide eyes watched his teeth, before getting caught in blood red eyes. [i]Gift?[/i] Her panicky memories brought her back to the knife, and how it-he didn't move until her blood was present. "My blood..?" She whispered, holding the fabric tighter against her neck. [i]Vampire?[/i] That wouldn't make sense, but it was close enough for now. Her mother's voice echoed in her head with stories of the Anti-Christ.