[Evil Tink]

Layla sighed, looking back to Dragos, "Don't you take it out on her. She's just looking out for your well being. Either way, leave it be, Jez.' The vampire left in a huff. Layla turned around, her eyes seething with anger, "I was so close Dragos. Just one more attack and I would've had her. But noooo, your sorry ass got bested by a fledgling."

The air in the room became ice cold as her anger rose, thinking back to her battle, "I would've had her begging if I had landed my blood on that stupid brand on her wrist." She growled, the windows and mirror in the room shattering.

Serus smiled as they left then quickly unwrapped her legs. She winced, thank goodness for nerve manipulation. She would be in agonizing pain if she wasn't blocking the signals. Her legs were no longer bleeding, as she had predicted. Yet, the bones were still shifting back into place, and her skin was healing very, very slowly.

With a sigh, she wrapped them up again and tosses the old bandages int he trash can across the room. She looked at the closet, forcing a shirt and skirt from the closet to float its way over to her. She quickly buttoned up the shirt and slid the skirt on, careful of her legs. "Well, that's better at least. Although, I don't like white.." She muttered looking down at the white shirt.