"I'm not sure most older vampires would see it as a problem." A little catch of bitterness snakes into her voice as she speaks. Hadn't that been part of the problem. No one in Red Room had cared who she killed. It was expected, at least from time to time. It was what they did.

She shakes her head and takes a much larger drink. One of the many ways she tried to control her thirst.

"I think the theory I'm working with at the moment is that maybe I can work on seeing people as friends first. Then..." Then it wouldn't be so easy to see them as food.