Samara felt that something was not right, it was strange, there was a chilling sensation around her body and up her spine. As if she was facing a predator, one more dangerous than her, threatening to devour her if she moved from her spot.
But, who she had in front of her was Michael, a simple and ordinary human without a drop of vampire blood in him, he didn't have the bright red eyes like the vampires, nor did he have the fangs or the claws that could split flesh and bone. He was a weak and pathetic human, nothing more
She calmed herself with that thought, and she regarded Michael again with her old confidence and arrogance. Yes, she had to admit that Michael looked different, truly handsome and healthy, but that didn't matter, what he had done, whatever elixir he had drunk to heal was of no importance, he wasn't more powerful than her. He would never be above her again.
