Less talking more running

Zelda thought that maybe the vampire before her was either Oliver or Helen since they could alter their appearances, but only their appearances; it wouldn't change the number of people they had killed or had sex with.

'This newborn is strange; I would love to entertain my curiosity about him, but I have no time for such things. I must move while this commotion is still in effect.'

"I am not who you say, vampire," she told him.

Taranis groaned in pain and released his hold on her neck. He held his head as he slowly fell to his knees; it felt as if all the nerves in his head were slowly imploding.

Zelda stood over him with an intimidating gaze after she took the sac from the tiled floor and threw it over her shoulder once more. "Though you are of a vile species of creature you are still pure." She looked around, "A place like this is not for you; take this opportunity and go far away from here."