Madeleine sat in a chair with her hands in her lap as her blood was being taken. She and the other nuns and saints took turns sitting in the few of them and today it was her turn. She looked up from her chair at Mother Superior Augustine as she called for their attention. She brushed a lock of long, blonde hair out of her face as she listened to what the old woman had to say. Maddy liked the old lady, but she wasn't really enough to brighten the soul crushing loneliness of the life of a Blood Saint. Being a nun was one thing. Being a Blood Saint was much worse. Even among them she felt...alienated a bit. They were nice enough in general, but no one wanted to get too close to her. She wasn't sure why.

She wasn't surprised at all by the rise in demand for blood. It was a normal thing with the Hunt going on soon. She didn't know much about it other than that Hunters hunt beasts. She never quite understood where the beasts came from, though. Maddy wasn't sure how she felt about being allowed to take part in the festival. She supposed it'd be nice to meet new people, perhaps even get some answers from the Hunters, but at the same time it was also a little scary. Hunters kill on a regular basis. It was for a good reason, but...she supposed just their skills were scary thing to think about. It also meant that soon there'd be a lof of fighting going on soon, but at least they would get a little break from the tranfusions and all that stuff.

Maddy was a little amused that the old lady thought they'd all fawn over the boys and the Hunters. She was fairly certain that once they actually saw them, they'd get significantly more scared or nervous... She herself wasn't all that interested. The clerics wouldn't allow her a boyfriend, and it's not like she could see herself falling for a Hunter. She sighed and looked down at the container her blood was flowing into. She was so sick of the sight of it.