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[h1][color=mistyrose][b][u] Saphira Ducane [/u][/b][/color][/h1]
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Sara’s face hardened as Eli approached her with a dark look in his eyes. The calm look in her eyes didn’t completely disappear, but her wings instantly ruffled in irritation the moment he came too close. As much as she loved him, she also knew that Elias De’Vol was a different person than he was when she last knew him. She also knew he was much more capable of harming her than he was then as well. However, she was slightly surprised by his reaction to her name. It seemed as if he was madder that someone was trying to trick him into believing that she was in fact herself. He actually didn’t believe that she was really Saphira and was an imposter instead. It relieved her that he didn’t believe who she was. That meant he wasn’t pretending he didn’t know her, not that she could tell anyway. Maybe he truly didn’t remember her face due to his vampiric changing. It was quite obvious that he remembered who she was, just not what she looked like. It did happen sometimes when you died and came back to life as another creatures. She wanted desperately to try and tell him that he was wrong, that she really was who she said she was. There was a few times she opened her mouth to try and tell him secrets only they would know, but he didn’t give her the chance at all. Every time she went to speak the truth he would cut her off and insist she was lying to him. It annoyed her slightly, though she didn’t let him know that fact. She didn’t like showing people her irritation towards them, she usually didn’t like showing anything to anyone other than her typical unreadable expression. 

Her lips twitched when he advised her not to use her actual name in front of him again. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t realize that Saphira Ducane didn’t take orders from anyone other than someone of divine nature or God himself. Vampires, werewolves, witches, and demons were not creatures she would ever do anything they ordered her to do. It didn’t matter that it was Elis. His words only held so much power over her now a days, at least they didn't when he was trying to tell her what to do. “My apologies, but that won’t be the last time you hear my name.” She whispered just as he shut the door behind him. In the back of her mind she wondered when he would come back to see her or what he would do with her now that he believed she was a lying angel. He still hadn’t even told her his intentions with her, which still made it a mystery as to why she had been brought here in the first place. 

Not long after Elias left, another vampire walked into the room to no doubt keep an eye on her. She sighed once she realized who it was and crossed her arms over her chest. He bowed once he caught sight of her, his bright smile flashing in the dim lighting as he stood back up right. “Yes, we have indeed met already. My face remembers your head quite well.” Sara said, referring to her possible broken nose from when he’d headed butted her earlier that night. She could still feel the sting of it every time she took a breath. It hadn’t started healing quite yet, more than likely due to the dark magic that bound the room. “Nice move by the way. I would have beaten you had you not done that.” She gave a half smile in Hunter’s direction as she waited to see his reaction. Mr. Ashton still held himself with quite a bit of arrogance, but he didn’t quite seem to be as dark and brooding as his king. In fact, he seemed a bit friendlier than he was when they first met, though that didn’t mean he could be trusted in the least.