[color=ed1c24][b]Camilla[/b][/color][hr]
A young girl walked through the path in the forest, eyes wide with fright, looking as if she was to collapse after each trembling step she took.

But the blonde haired girl marched on regardless, reaching the manor, and crossing over the drawbridge, all the while visibly stifling the urge to break down and cry. The room she entered looked magnificent to her, with a feast beyond her imagination laid out upon the table. But so too was the people inside the room; there was a suit of armor that gave her a strange feeling, one pale woman with a sort of ethereal beauty to her, and another, beautiful in another way, wearing a fine robe of silver. Every inch of her body, every bit of her heart, every fiber of her being screamed of danger, screamed that she did not belong here, but still she moved, walking directly towards one of the chairs. 

Just before she reached the chair, a pale hand emerged from her chest, splitting open her flesh and dress, though no blood came out. With a horrified look upon her face, she crumpled to the ground in a limp mess, as Camilla stepped out and smoothed down her clothes.

[color=ed1c24]"That was an interesting ride."[/color] She grinned widely before gathering up the puddle of a village girl into a ball. A head balanced on a ball of flesh to be more accurate. [color=ed1c24]"To stumble upon such a specimen in the woods. Such luck."[/color]

Plopping the horrified girl's head onto the table, Camilla sidled up towards the pale woman. [color=ed1c24]"Good evening."[/color]

It was not a move made on a whim, but a move made through an interest in the pale woman. Instinct told her the pale woman wasn't normal. To be as pale as death, there was the possibility that she a vampire. Or she could just be a really pale woman. But Camilla preferred to believe she was a vampire. Who knows what she could do if she could actually decode a vampire's flesh? Perhaps her research would advance by leaps and bounds, perhaps it won't. Perhaps Camilla could even turn into a vampire herself, or even negate their weakness altogether. Whatever happens, the vampire was unknown, and that excites her. All she needed was a small glob of flesh to examine, though examining the vampire herself would be most appreciated as well. 

Or she'd end up examining a normal woman, but examining a variety of flesh from different people was alright too.

Mustering all her diplomatic skills, Camilla spoke clearly.

[color=ed1c24]"Please let me stick my hand in you."[/color]

Perhaps not the right words Camilla was looking for.

[color=ed1c24]"Hmm. Examine. Yes. Please let me examine you."[/color]