Cateline gasped as she felt the alcohol on her neck. But she kept her chin up, her face scrunching and her lips pursed. His fangs? Was that a joke? It wasn't a very comforting one. With all of her panic, she had hardly noticed the pain in her throat from the knife wound. 
She pulled what remained if her dress around her still. "You've given me no reason to think that you should hurt me.. But you do frighten me.." Mostly because of what she had seen, a small part of how old he was, and partially because he served her family for generations. But that was fear of her own family history now. "If you tell me I have to family left.. And I am no longer betrothed.. I have no where to go.." 
She could only assume her family's homes would look similar to her own. At this rate, all she could do was explore the family history, find out where Damien came from, and find out why everyone was dead.