Vampire. Theresa looked down at her hands, which she'd folded into her lap. She was beginning to feel a little cornered, and when she felt cornered she got uncomfortable. She could feel the potential slipping through her fingers. She made a coughing sound down in her chest.

"Yeah. Yeah, I am."

She said it without apology, almost without inflection. She might have only been a few years on this side of the grave, but she'd come to terms with her status because she'd had to. Whether she had a soul or not was a mystery to her, but maybe she hadn't had much of one when her heart was still beating. But she wanted this, wanted to make something new of herself.

"Before you jump to conclusions, I haven't killed anybody in a long time," she said after a silence. "If you consider nearly five years a long time. There are ways to...um...eat...without doing something permanent. It's less messy that way, and a lot less suspicious."