"Chert poberi" Krov muttered. He straightened himself up. "Of course I wasn't going to eat a vampire. I thought she was a dirty human. She seemed like a human. Vampires are not afraid of other vampires normally. They are meant to be worthy. They are meant to be fearless. They are meant to feast on the blood of humans, and covert those that the vampire feels are worthy. Not run from their own brethren.".

Krov walked into the room and closed the door behind him, plunging the room into darkness. He could tell that the woman was looking at him in a funny way. Krov instantly jumped to one conclusion. "You think I am stupid? Arrogant?" Krov lowered his voice a little. "You may be older than me, and for that I give you some respect. But I have seen things that you would not believe. I have seen the cruelty of humankind, and the arrogance of them. You have no idea what I have been through, while you were having the easy life, with easy victims.".

Krov continued. "I saw innocent people, struck down for nothing. They were forced to fight a losing battle against their will, as was I. They were given no mercy. Shot down, even though they were trying to surrender. Innocent men, and even some children who had made their way into a soldier's path, were killed like vermin. The real vermin are the ones who began the suffering."

"I enjoy feasting off humans. It gives me some sort of..... Revenge for what they put me through. The only ones I ever respected have died, or gone. Struck down by the Black Swords. I avenged one of my friends. I even turned a Black Sword into one of us. He was too arrogant to realize the gift though. He struck himself down with his own sword. The gun strikes like the sword." He lifted his shirt slightly, revealing 3 white round circles on his skin, the only remaining mark of the war.