"W-what?!" Ivy sputtered.
She tried to grab hold of the tiny bitch, but the child poofed into a cloud of black smoke and rematerialized in front of her a split second later.
Vladira was standing right beside her. As she bled out on the floor, Ivy watched as mother and daughter nodded at one
another grimly, then lunged together, knocking her onto her ass, then pinning her back to the floor.
Both vampires showed their fangs and
prepared to bite, but then it clicked why this was happening. "No!" she shouted, her eyes glossing over with terror, "I was talking about the other guy! The blond guy with the spiky hair, not Alaric!"
Countess Vladira and her surprisingly formidable child traded looks of confusion but got off of her. The child, Anya, turned her back on them as though in shame, zipping up her pink jacket all the way so that it hid her cheeks when she glanced back.
Vladira offered Ivy a hand and pointed at
her neck. "You'll heal, right?"
