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((sorry for extended absence.))

It was a ruckus. The kind of mess that Mia usually avoided. The entire scene was decorated to her taste with bodies and gore, and yet she could very much tell that she was not in charge of the situation. Here, in the presence of so many other vampires, she was not on top of the food chain. She looked up at the big guy. Deon. He was the guy her toy had gone to hunt down, and the guy she'd promise to help him kill. Now in his presence, Mia was fairly content she hadn't been dragged into that fight. The guy was obviously an older vampire, whereas she herself was relatively weak. With the element of surprise, a bit of luck, and some preperation, maybe she could take him. But that was a big maybe, and a bunch of advantages she now sorely lacked.

Hesitatingly, Mia looked over to where her new toy had gotten himself killed. It seemed some other vamp had already claimed him, although it was clearly a newblood. The new vamp seemed to be related to Mia's new toy, based on her extensive use of 'daddy' and apparent emotional attachment. At this point Mia could easily have slipped away, sliding off into the darkness to return to her usual routine. But perhaps the usual routine had become boring, stale. And she needed something to spice it up. And she had rights to that corpse, after all. 'you can do whatever you want with what's left of me'.

Mia tapped the new vamp on the shoulder, as they incompetently attempted to turn their dying father. She gave her best smile, and gestured for the new vamp to get out of the way. "Clearly, ya don't know what you're doing. If you're gonna turn 'im, you've got to do it proper, or you just end up with a dying thrall." Of course, Mia was no expert on the subject herself. Her particular style had prevented her from ever considering siring another vampire, and she didn't hang out with her kin much. Even moreso than other vamps, she was a loner. However, unlike newbie over here, she'd been paying attention when she was turned, and knew what to do. "Now, I got dibs on this guy. So you just make sure the big scary man doesn't bother me, and I'll have your daddy up and killing again in no time squat." With this reassurance, Mia set to work on creating her very first Vamp Junior.

Kneeling down beside the corpse, Mia extended her claws. Most other vamps used the teeth, and maybe she could as well if she wanted to, she wouldn't know. But she chose to stick to what she knew, and leave the experimentation for later. Reaching up, she stabbed Hank in the heart, her hollow claws penetrating the wall of muscle that surrounded it. The neck was nice, but the heart was faster. And when you didn't need to use your teeth, it made the whole thing less awkward. Counteracting her instincts, Mia reversed the flow of blood through her claws, injecting her own blood into Hank. It had to be enough, and she had to make sure her blow to the heart was what 'killed' him. Or at least she was pretty sure that was important. Could be she was doing this all wrong. But hey, better to try and fail than to have never tried at all, as mom would have said.

Of course, this would take a moment, and either Kathryn or Deon might very well intervene. If nobody else with a stake in the matter appeared on the scene, that is.