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Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?

❥ -     “Well, this certainly is not a difficult question to answer. Thanks to my ability to Charm others, I already force people to do pretty much whatever I desire them to do; as mischievous and cruel as this might sound, I never asked them to do anything horrible or evil, I mostly commanded them to either give me what I longed for or simply annihilated their ego by asking for the most embarrassing and unforgettable actions. 

Mermaid: How far would you go to keep the one you love?

❥ -     “How far? Are you perhaps implying that there’s actually a limit to what I’m allowed to do in pursuance of defending and keeping the one I love?      H i l a r i o u s .

      I must admit that my knowledge about love is quite strict and poor, unfortunately; I’ve never had the chance to love someone in that way, therefore my answer won’t be founded on my past experiences or feelings. Yet, I’ve been observing humans and their bonds for a very long time, analyzing every single characteristic of this particular event, from the sudden change in their facial features to their heartbeat growing faster and heavier after each minute; as bizarre and weird as this might sound, humans in love acquire a different scent.      Anyway, if someone ever attempted to take the one I love away from me, there would simply be no limit to what I’d be ready to do; what is mine is only mine. How could I explain this? Oh, but of course. Just imagine walking down the street and you see a dog eating a piece of meat; try to take the meat away from the dog and you’ll clearly see that the hound won’t thank you - If not with its fangs. 

Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?

❥ -     “What a curious and bizarre question this is. In all honesty, I don’t think I would actually need this kind of power; thanks to the fact that feeding on human souls allows my body to heal and rejuvenate whenever I’m brutally wounded or harmed, immortality is something that I could build with my own hands and powers.       Yet, I must admit that immortality is not what I truly desire. As I have already mentioned, this body can resist against hundreds of different wounds and still return to its original shape and beauty as long as I prey on humans and devour their souls; but this is not what a human feels nor do humans possess this ability. I want to become human, therefore I also want to experience their fear of death, their anxiety when they realize that they’re slowing growing old and the terrible inability of healing when violently wounded. I want to be like them - I want to be as weak as they are.

Werewolf : If you had to spend your life with just one person, who would it be?

❥ -     “What a rather difficult question. Unfortunately, I don’t think I can give you a proper answer, my dear; if I looked at my life in this exact moment in order to analyze the people I have around me and choose the most fitting presence among them all, I’m sure that I could find quite a few friends whose presence I treasure and cherish. Unfortunately, experience taught me not to trust others - Trusting and being therefore betrayed is something I truly cannot afford.       Of course, I’m not saying that those close to me mean nothing, yet, I’d prefer not to choose a single person to spend my future with. Humans, as well as other creatures, change their mind and feelings very often, too often; one day they love you with their whole heart while the next day, they would be more than happy to slaughter you and devour your corpse.

She was not crying. Her face was drained, not only of color but of expression as well. She might have been a vacant body, waiting dumbfounded to be infused with a human soul. Yet, could a monster really advance to the point of acquiring the status of member of the human kind? Or, was she desiring to degrade herself? She had done it again; once more, the savage, thirst beast inside of her had taken over the weak, growing values that pointlessly attempted to cage her soul and instinct. In front of her, the body of her last victim laid, breathless and soulless; she was not crying. She could not allow such emotions to harm or weaken her - She was not a prey; she was the predator.