She didn't bother to correct him that … she'd pretty much told him half of what she even knew about Hellsing with that barb. They weren't her friends. She barely knew shit about them. They weren't even the Knighthood's friends. And she even managed to hide the surprise and gut reaction of fear when he appeared in front of her out of nowhere, simply jerking to a halt.

"What part of "out of my face" were you not clear on?" She was trying hard not to engage. Emphasis on hard, as in it was really difficult not to engage when he just opened door after door. His inner conflict was quickly becoming outer and it was too easy to wedge a knife in his sore spots. Flopping back and forth between 'I don't want to be like other vampires, I'm good' and 'I'd rather die than be tamed.' Was there even another word for a good vampire?