Firefighter...or so

"They're dead, all of my mutants died…to protect me…"

Victoria's voice was silent, nearly inaudible, and the expression on her face was overflowing with sorrow and agony. But that expression on her face only remained for a second or two before a stone-like expression hide away all the emotions she sought to express…just not right now.

Dilan was dense and insensible, but he knew that it would be stupid to question Victoria about the loss of the Mutants.

He knew that she cared a lot about the Mutants because they had been the last things that reminded her of her father's glorious time as the Old Vampire Lord.

It was also because of her father that she had been so proud to be a Vampire. Yet, in order to become stronger, she had even given up on parts of her bloodline as Vampire.

Dilan could tell that the blood of the Blood Vyrm spread through her now as well, it was even denser than the bits of Blood Vyrm blood that spread through his veins.