Not often they didn't say anything. More often than not they wanted to die a hero, so corageous and strong. Azazel sighed contentedly before moving her hand down to the girl's neck. "Couldn't have said it better myself," she chirped cheerfully, before tightening her grip. She didn't say anything about making the girl's death slow - she just said the girl wouldn't be awake when she drained her of blood.

Meh.

The vampire suddenly found herself bored, and so decided to keep to her "promise" and make the girl's death quick. She was hungry. Besides...blood always tasted so good, but there was something about fresh blood of the brats that traipsed throughout the streets that Zel relished in drinking.