Chantelle peered around at the army, noting each blank face, each emotionless soul. Her hand in his, she looked up into his eyes, then back around to the vampire. Her own kind was mindless. But maybe teaming up was the own way she would survive... the only way to gain back her power and title. She walked away once, she couldnt do it again. Maybe this war would be won, or maybe it would go horribly wrong. Without speaking she drank from a wine glass, the glass full of blood laced with alcohol. Pacing around as she stroked her long, wavey hair, her crimson eyes and blood tipped fangs on show. Biting her lip, the human blood and her own blood infusing and she licked her lips.
"Mmmmm. Gabriel I will join you. But be aware if it goes horrendously wrong ill have to leave. But prove to me you can make your crazy idea work, and ill stay. Even if the waris lost."
Chantelle smiled sinisterly, walking back over to him, taking another sip. Putting her free hand on his chest, she looked up into his eyes.
"So, explain more about your... creations"