Despite her unnatural senses, extremely heightened by the Vampric Lord appearance she took, like most Werewolves, forms meant everything to vampires. Only Vampire Lords could take the vampiric Lord form, but it was unlikely the arrival nearby knew about that much yet. Then she heard the oddest of clicks, the movement on the body she just killed as the other checked it over. 

Then she sniffed, eyeing the smell of blood from the body before turning. Facing the creature who spoke to her. The other woman wore odd clothing to say the lease, with a distinct aura about it. The vampire tilted her head, before her appearance suddenly shifted, reverting to her more humanoid appearance, with a dull yellow eye hue. Sabrina looked the other woman over briefly, eyeing her features, showing her own more curved, feminine shape, deceiving of what she really was and how strong she was. No visible weapons except for a dark ebony curved dagger at her hip, with a red hue, enchanted to drain the health out of the opponent at every strike to flesh, blood into her own form from the enemy. 

"I am Sabrina, I am a Vampire Lord. Much more than a mere breed, no matter how old they get. And who are you, who shows no fear in the presence of me? To walk up calmly without phasing the slightest?" She asked, tilting her head lightly.