[h2]Evangeline A. K. McDowell[/h2]

Mordred and Andersen? They would have to do some explaining--so far as she knew, Mordred had never really existed and most certainly shouldn't have been a girl. Andersen, too, should have been far older than he currently appeared. His voice certainly fit the age one would have expected the famous author to be--good for telling stories; not his, though, if there was one thing that Evangeline had no desire to sit and listen to it was children's tales. The two had a further thing in common: they were both, the vampire was absolutely certain, supposed to be dead. That would explain why they needed a contract, at least...

"You're a perceptive one, boy," she said, stepping forwards and going through the motions to prepare. It wasn't like she knew the exact demands--magical power was a certainty but this wasn't quite the same as her doll contracts; Chachazero was still ''alive'' with nothing. It was even further from pactios... but that would be the easiest way to go about establishing something that could take whatever form was needed. "But not perfectly. I [i]am[/i] a vampire: Evangeline, High Daylight Walker, True Ancestor, Apostle of Calamity, Advent of Evil, the nightmare of children's tales. But don't confuse me for anything other than a villain needing minions to be sub-bosses."

Then, before the pair could stop to analyse her actions, Evangeline leaned down to give them both a brief kiss--nothing but her lips quickly brushing against theirs, but enough to form a contract in a burst of light... and start rapidly siphoning away from the vampire's reserves to refill the Servants' lack of mana.

Unfortunately for Nanoha, this action was hardly distracting enough that a vampire used to regular and lethal attempts on her life would miss being watched or approached so closely. The magical girl was spared from direct reprisal by, of all things, the even more suspicious swarm of moths landing on a nearby tree. Honestly, did their controller think that more than one piece of magical surveillance would be missed? If not by her, then by anyone else with magical awareness? Familiars of any sort or type might be good for spying but you had to keep them from getting too much attention...

Without warning, the blonde melted away from the Servants, arising instead in the shadow of the same tree as the moths, frowning at them from point blank. "If you have something to say or do, come here in person. Whatever... let this be a warning to you! Lic Lac La Lac Lilac!"

She could have been more discrete about it, but what was the point? Best to let whoever was on the other end think this was as fast as she could cast: "Gelida halitus, immitte! Nivis Casus!"

The ensuing avalanche from her hand was more than enough to grind down the moths... and the tree... and several trees [i]behind[/i] it, an onrushing torrent of ice and snow that came to a halt at the park's boundaries. It also produced a more dramatic change, the spell--and refuelling the Servants--having completely drained Evangeline's reserves. So much so that to actually replenish anything over time, however little...

The illusion of age and size melted away, leaving Evangeline, glowering in the direction of her own avalanche, reduced to looking more like a fragile doll than an intimidating vampire sorceress. Even the passing Japanese girl was bound to be taller, whilst Andersen had plenty on her.