[h2]Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

Tyaethe stood for a moment as Damon Cal kept monologuing, wondering just what sort of warning [i]that[/i] was supposed to be. Of course not everything that disappeared was dead, he was living... well, no longer living, proof of that. But why should she care? It wasn't like she had much knowledge of ancestral members of the Cal family, least of all those that had been before her time. Or... lifting the head up as high as possible, Tyaethe considered it from a rather different angle.

Well, not so far before her time, then. Barely.

"Of all the people to show up as a vampire after over two hundred years, you would never expect it to be the party boy," she said, putting the head onto the collapsed body--at least it shouldn't be too hard to arrange a burial for this one, as he was probably already [i]meant[/i] to be here somewhere--and picking up the sword, frowning at all the blood coating her arm. "He even skipped the rebellion."