Marissa heard out the vampire’s slow, steady words. [i] If only that vampire had a fast forward button to his mouth [/i], her thoughts urged as his “lecture” finally came to an end. Her way of responding was almost a carbon copy of his, only she took the liberties of quickening her words in a velvety, thick tone. 

“Well, [i] vampire [/i], it appears as if i have not only picked up an attitude, but have had the strength to maintain it all 19 years of a measly mortal life. And it appears…” Marissa’ words come to a pause with a side glance filled with some playful disgust , “You’ve been able to maintain yours for [i] however [/i] long you’ve came to be. 30, going on 1000? Put it to good use during your disciplinary trial.” She mused as they turned down the final hallway. 

The mortal quieted her voice in means of not disturbing their leader. “I must remind you that this is a rather new job- They haven’t asked for my services yet. Nonetheless.” She added sharply as they were but a few steps from the tall, wooden doors they would wait by. “I know at least one of us will do our job well.” Marissa fumed with a subtle smile, standing in the shadows casted by a curtain that let through a line of blazing sunlight. Her eyes would pierce through his dead soul with a wave of amusement as she leaned all of her weight into one leg, swaying slightly as her smooth arms crossed beneath her chest., finding someone who matched up with a fraction of her personality interesting. “Perhaps I shall go for a lengthy walk in the sunlight as you attend to his needs.”