@caracarnn
SHE LEANED IN WHEN ONE of her servers came jogging up to her to whisper something in her ear. Brows furrowed at the message and she glanced at the door as if she could see the answer lying beyond it. “Someone’s looking for me?” She repeated, looking at the serving girl. “Yes, mistress.”
The vampiress sat up, waving the other servers away who were standing around her, ready for whatever was going to be coming through that door. Her canines grew longer, her eyes darkening as she nodded to the serving girl to let in whomever it was that was “looking for her”. There had been plenty of people across the centuries who had wanted something from her. Most wanted her to turn them. Some wanted to kill her. She wondered what this person - a young man she was told - wanted from her.
She was ready to get out of the way of any type of weapon if necessary - though she would have to kill the man standing guard at the door for not having done a thorough search of her guest if that was the case - and watched, though still pretending she was relaxed in an attempt to throw off whoever stepped in.