Blood is just red sweat (open)

[Zenharu Matsuda]

"Let's just say it's not like the movies." She said. "I was changed under unique circumstances. I was never told the truth about what it means to be a vampire, what options we have. For instance, I was trained to kill whoever I fed from, brutally. Now, I'm kicking that habit, but it's still a concrete part of my past."
Zen thought about what the girl said. So she doesn't kill people now? That's a relief. But still, it was all very interesting. She suggested that someone had changed her and used her to kill people, maybe so that they do not become vampires themselves? He wanted to know more, but decided not to press her.
"That's terrible, I'm very sorry. Although I am very interested now."

[Corinthia Debellows]

Her face twitched a bit as he used the word 'interesting.' Interesting? Really? She had always considered her past to be dark and twisted, but interesting? Maybe some people just have an acquired taste for this kind of thing. Personally, she would have rather had some romantic tale about falling in love with a vampire, or never having to involve herself in this life at all. But no, she was stuck with this life long horror story.

"I'll tell you what," she said as her lips pulled into a cocky smirk, "I don't share details about my life with people I'm not close to. I get close to people by sparring them." She stepped across the room and reached into her duffel bag. She slid her small hands into bright orange fingerless gloves. Without looking back, she spoke over her shoulder, "for every point you score on me, you get one question...deal?"