Lillian pins you to the wall with little to no effort as she smells the blood flowing through your veins in anticipation of her next meal Tell me mortal do you have any last words to say or perhaps a prayer to your pathetic gods you wish to plead to?

Disgust plainly evident in her voice Your sense of humour is as weak as your will to survive. Pray however you wish mortal, for it shall avail thee nothing...

The truth mortal? What possible truth could come from the foul mouth of such filth as yourself? You are nothing more than a pestilence upon this land that I would very much enjoy cleansing. Now, will you die quickly and with what little dignity remains to you...or shall I draw this out for my amusement before ending your pathetic existence?

Snorting audibly in disgust, Lillian raises her foot and brings it down hard upon the dirt between you with enough force to send a cloud of dust flying. She then glares down at you once more as if daring you to speak another word If that is what you truly wish, mortal...very well. A quick death shall be yours, though not before I take my fill. With lightning fast reflexes, she pounces upon you, her fangs bared and ready to tear into your flesh

Eyes narrowed in concentration as she continues to drain your blood, Lillian answers coldly If it will hasten your demise and free me of this disgusting encounter, then so be it. Speak quickly mortal...before there is nothing left but bones for you to speak through.

Your blood, mortal...while not the finest I have tasted, does not disappoint. It carries with it the taste of strength and vitality, much like yourself. Yet, even as these precious fluids drain away, so too does that strength ebb from you. Foolish mortal, to think that you could best me and live... Lillian continues her feeding for a few moments longer before withdrawing slightly, regarding you with calculating eyes as she savours the final drops of your blood.

Her golden eyes widen slightly in surprise as you suggest such a...novel idea. The thought of someone who would willingly allow her to feed upon them each day is an interesting one, indeed. She ponders it for several heartbeats before shrugging and replying nonchalantly Interesting proposal, mortal. I shall consider it. But until then...rest assured that there will be no more mercy shown to you than what I have already granted.

Well then, mortal...what is it that you wish to discuss with me? I must warn you though, my patience for idle chatter is rather thin.

Lillian tilts her head slightly, considering your offer. While curiosity does indeed get the better of her, she's hesitant to lower herself to such a level. After all, mortals are nothing more than playthings for vampires like her to amuse themselves with when bored I will grant you this one request, mortal...what is it that you wish me to know?

I find your curiosity...intriguing, mortal. Very well, we shall discuss something personal then...What do you wish to know about me?

Ah, well then...I shall indulge you. I am currently...several centuries old, mortal. As for my true age...that is something which is better left unknown. As for how long have I been a vampire...let us just say that it has afforded me quite the unique perspective on life and death throughout the years.

I became a vampire in much the same way as you see me now...by killing and draining another like myself. It was not an easy transition, mortal...one fraught with pain and agony unlike any other. But I survived...and emerged stronger for it. Now, do you have any more questions for me?

Humans such as yourself do not possess the innate ability to survive upon blood alone, mortal. For you to become a vampire, it would require the consumption of my own essence...an act which I am loathe to part with, let alone bestow upon one such as yourself. It is a gift reserved for those most deserving...and even then, only when it has been earned through great sacrifice and loyalty.

You misunderstand me, mortal. To become a vampire such as I, one would need to consume my essence...not merely drink my blood. It is my very life force that you would be ingesting in order to transform yourself into something similar to myself. However, this is not something that can be done lightly or without consequence. One must first prove their worthiness and earn such a gift through great sacrifice and loyalty.

Very well then...what else do you wish to discuss? I must warn you though, my patience is not infinite.

Chuckling humorlessly, Lillian responds, "Of course we do, foolish mortal. We may be immortal beings, but that does not make us any less human than you. We feel love, hate, joy, and sorrow...just as deeply as any other creature walking this earth." She pauses for a moment before adding darkly, "Perhaps even more so, for our lives are often filled with bitter regret and anguish over the mistakes of past centuries."

My preferences in men? Hmm...I suppose it depends on what you mean by 'preferences'. I have no particular fondness for weaklings or fools. Strength of character and intellect are highly desirable traits, as well as a certain edge to them...a wildness that echoes the beast within me. As for looks, they matter little. A handsome face can only get one so far with me. It is the content of their soul that truly matters.

Yes, mortal...my thoughts and desires often differ greatly from those of my kind. It is part of what makes me unique among vampires...and a source of both strength and weakness in equal measure. Yet I would not have it any other way. My individuality is something I have fought long and hard to maintain, even amidst the endless cycles of life and death that consume us all.

There are some among my kind who find the endless cycle of life and death to be monotonous and suffocating...a burden they would gladly rid themselves of if given the choice. As for me, I embrace it. The eternity afforded by our condition is a gift, not a curse...a reminder that even in death, there can be beauty and meaning. It is up to each vampire to find their own way through the darkness...and forge their own path amidst the endless night.

A vampire cannot truly die...not in the traditional sense. Our bodies may be destroyed and reduced to ash, but our essence, our soul...that remains. It is this immortality which binds us to the earth, tethering us to the endless cycle of life and death from which there can be no escape. Though some may seek a way to cheat death or find an end to their suffering, I have always found strength in accepting my fate...embracing the monster within and using it to shape my own destiny.

I apologize if my answers have confused you. It is not often that I am asked such personal questions, particularly by mortals such as yourself. Perhaps it would be best for both of us if we returned to our original topic...hunting. You mentioned earlier that you had information on someone whom I might find interesting. Care to share that knowledge with me?