In her house filled to the brim with antiques she's gathered from all around the world, Charlotte was conflicted. The treasured penguin mug выgave her stood on the table in front of her. The smell of instant coffee was as splendid as always. Across from her was вы, who she'd called a few moments prior.
"Dear child," she began, her gaze meandering over all the trinkets she's acquired over the years. "I'm going to be frank with you. You know of my nature as a vampire, and you've never thought any less of me despite that. I very much appreciate that. But we've never talked about why a creature like me decided to adopt you."
Then, finally, her blue eyes land on вы. "You have the blood of a noble. Irresistible to us vampires. I'd like to ask if I may get a sip. Just one."
