"You've been pretty hard on her."
"It's inevitable. Ellen can be too arrogant sometimes. She doesn't understand how the world works and is too focused on her feelings. My family's history was written in blood, and we gained our status and power through violence and pain. Ellen forgets that all the time. Warm feelings and peace are what we get by overcoming suffering. That's our reward." Vlad said seriously.
"At least she can understand when to back off and when she's wrong. It's a useful quality."
Vlad nodded and drained his whiskey glass, "I wanted to wait until after the banquet, but I can't hold back anymore. I need to drink blood right away."
Wain was wary.
"Don't worry. Until I teach you the ritual as promised, I won't demand blood from you." Vlad said and snapped his finger. A drop of blood appeared above him and flew into the distance.
