"If you really want to know, I'll tell. Blade the enemy of every vampire is half vampire, a Dhampir, a daywalker. He has their strengths none of their weaknesses. My queen wanted the same thing but one that worked for her. No one knew how he came about, so they experimented in creating one. I am the fourteenth attempt the others were failures they were turned into vampires. My clans 'day job' so to speak was contract law, we hired humans to do actual court proceedings since they are held during the daylight. Most of the work was done by the vampires behind special UV filtering glass that allowed them operate during the day. My job was head of security, I had to fight to the death against the previous occupant of that position. I routinely made trouble makers disappear into a our blood bank. A vault where we kept humans alive to drain repeatedly. I also on a number of occasions impersonated my queen perfectly when a rival clan came to visit or whenever she didn't want to deal with someone. It was a perfect existence never wanted for anything I was the left hand of the Queen. Then one day my appendix gave out on me, while I was in the hospital Blade came and destroyed everyone I love. He will die by my hands no matter what Charles has to say about it, [b]anyone[/b] who gets in my way will perish. All the money that my clan had automatically goes to the last surviving member, me. The law firm is still operational, not as prosperous at is once was. I own it, you won't find my name on the letterhead, have to keep Blade unaware of me. I use that money to hire people to track Blade as best they can to protect other clans from that traitor Blade. After I got out of the hospital and found out what happened I wandered the streets in a near feral rage feeding on anything I could get my hands on, leaving a pile of human and animal corpses in my wake. I had just drained something I can't tell you if it was an animal or human, covered in blood when Charles found me. As for that club you mentioned my clan never was that stupid, what a waste of blood. You know those water coolers you see people in tv shows talking around when they should be working. We had one of those but instead of water it was blood, not really my thing, they mixed blood from various sources, made it taste weird. I like it from a single source."

Rose Mary ignored Emma. Emma clearly knew how she felt about telepaths but hid the fact she was a telepath herself, intentionally allowing Rose Mary to believe her mutation was simply that gorgeous diamond form. She felt like a fool, she felt used, she felt aroused, she felt confused. She felt many things, some things she hadn't felt for a long time since before she lived on the streets. Most of all she felt angry at herself and at Emma. She also stopped fidgeting with her hand, not out of embarrassment but because Emma approved of it.