She stared you down. You were her meal. She never really loved you, you know that because Vampire can barely feel anything. All she did was drink your blood, eat, and then drink your blood, again,, until the end of the day, and it was always so awkward when you both talked, she wasn't much of a talker, really. She's always been a fairly attractive-looking vampire, if you didn't bring her the blood she liked, she would kill you in a instant, or better, the snap of her fingers. "So? Food?"