Ereba ignored the girls question for now. Her attention was more so focused on what was unseen. The world moved with such certainty that mortals often forgot how the most significant of change happened in what was overlooked. Ava wouldn't have known that the Enclave was following them at this minute. Their hunters were taught from birth to move with the ebb and flow of the shade. To reveal oneself was to lead to violence, which her kind avoided unless absolutely necessary. A part that came with that was subjugating new borns to formal education of their ways. There was no freedom with the Enclave. 

Stepping onto the sidewalk, Ereba looked back. She was surprised that the girl had chosen to follow her. She gave her a once over and continued on her way. Her home was close. It was time to ease the girl slowly to the truth. "An odd question," she said. "But what are you craving? Don't think. It's an instinctual thing, which you'll learn to love in due time. You've changed Ava. The marks on your neck proves it. Tell me, do you believe in vampires?" 

Somewhere from the distance, Ereba heard a faint hiss. It was a warning. She fought the urge to answer the offender as she kept ushering herself and Ava along. "They're close," she said more so to herself. "Your blood has peaked their curiosity."