[Misericorde]

Drake raised a brow to her explanation, sipping the pint of blood he held from a straw. He watched as she picked her food, laughing. "Well that's quite the unusual story. Not many people are here by choice like you and I. Welcome." He smirked, then led her to an empty table. One he seemed familiar with. He sat here every day with no one else around him. He put his drink down, pulling an apple from his bag. He could eat human food on occasion, and he loved having apples with his lunch. He looked to her.

"So what did your master do that was so bad? I mean if you don't mind me asking. It must have been pretty bad, to make you want to leave." He blinked his eyes a few times, taking another long drink, then biting into his apple. "I came here because I'm one of the last pure blooded vampires left. I came to make sure the rest of my race doesn't screw up somehow and kill us off. Even if most are half blood or less, they can somehow find ways to kill off even the pure bloods. It's quite irritating."