Hie'jja had never been a smooth talker, really. She was always just good at getting what she wanted. Well, at least recently. Trying to remember anything past her last meal was becoming a bit tough. Perhaps it was because monsters don't think, and all she could think about was how she is a monster. It really was unsettling to see her hand inch toward a dagger's hilt, taking and ripping souls just to live a few more days. She felt trapped, stuck in a cycle. Often times she spent most of her sanity looking up at the stars, something she could say with confidence that she used to do often. It was while looking at these stars that she stumbled upon Julip. It was only a short time until Julip was under ropes and locked up in a spare farm house that Hie'jja dared speak to her. She croaked out, but her mouth couldn't form anything but a snarl. She tried, again, and again, and once more. One word managed to leak out, though… “Mine," Hie'jja commanded. She wasted no time. Julip, the poor vampire, was hers. There was a brief flicker of green light in the distance that maybe someone could spot, but would probably think it a trick of the mind. They would all see in due time.
