( mythological characteristics. of course he'd put it that way. there's a soft laugh of amusement huffed under her breath as caroline shakes her head, but she doesn't resist the answer. he deserves to get answers, if he's going to agree to keep her secret. )

I guess the obvious one is the whole ( bad translyvania accent ) 'I vant to drink your blood' thing. But it's not like I go around killing people. We have blood bags, mostly. ( though, to be fair: ) Some vampires do — we call them rippers — but... not me. I don't do that.

( that's probably the most important part of the conversation. she'll avoid displaying her fangs for now, but they'll come out later should he agree to what she's offering. )

Um... we can't go out in the sun, unless we have a lapus lazuli ring. ( she holds up her hand, where a royal blue stone rests on her index finger. if she could tan, her hand would have a hell of a tan line. it never comes off. ) My friend Bonnie made it for me. She's a witch — and not like, a bitchy witch, she's literally a witch. Coven and everything.

( he doesn't seem interested in stopping her, so caroline adds on: ) Garlic's fine, crosses are tacky but don't make me ill or anything, fire burns... am I forgetting anything? Oh, and I don't turn into a bat or anything. That'd be weird.