[Worm]

Elizabeth was surprised by the man's boldness. She smiled crookedly, almost enough to slip a fang through. But she was quick on her feet, beginning to quiver her lip. "You would be correct, Sir." She sighed, brushing a hand against her forehead, feigning despair. "You see -" She took a large whiff of the air, tasting Simon's perfume. A sour blood. Someone with knowledge, and strength. It would be like a fine, dry wine - much different than the sweet bloods she normally craved.

"You see. My grandmother she... passed just last night...." She choked up fake tears, letting them roll down her immaculate white skin. "In a pool of her blood." She now began bawling, burying her face into her sleeve to wipe away tears. "I've been staying with her, preparing for this..." She sniffled, looking up at Simon, trying to dig out some pity. "She didn't want to live alone anymore." She nodded, her eyes glazed with summoned pain. "Do you blame her?" Elizabeth looked back up to the curious man. Searching for some cue from him that he was believing her story. She was an incredible actor, as one had to be in her situation. "I'm so-sorry." She shook her head, peeling a smile back to her face. "What was your name? Were you a friend of my grandmother?"