Do you honestly believe we're being shut down?

I would like an answer sometime soon, please. Are we staying here or not.

*"I've wondered if this was my reincarnation, being turned. I'm going to make the most of it, and no one is going to stop me."*

*"Not at all. Let it override order, normalcy."*

*"/Lightining/. What does he do with it? What /is/ it? He'll /pay for that/! I smell divinity on him, and I smell my prey. TRY THAT AGAIN, YOU FOOL. I DARE YOU. YOU'LL BRING HIM RIGHT TO ME."

Daymn this lady needs a chill pill.*

*"HE'S MINE. /MINE/."*

* The vamipress smirks. "Lead them elsewhere, and feed. If they're /that/ desperate, they won't be missed."*

*Oh, Rufina's elated, alright. Though this might not...be a good thing.*

*"There is a girl before me. A spellcaster like he is? Perfect. Maybe trying to eat /her/ will get my prey out of hiding."*

*"Where. Is he?"*

*"Oh, I have plans for my little prey. He'll have no need of a life when I'm through with him."*

*"I'm sure the stressmaster would insist on naming me. I'm taking good care of his pieces though!

...miserable things. How do they even work?"*

*"I WILL FIND HIM AND MAKE HIM MINE."*

*Hijacking vampiress would snarl again. "My entire life is a nightmare. And I'm going to find him and make /his/ life the same. He's overdue for a...transformation. Eleven years is a long time to wait..."*

*"WHERE IS HE."*

*There's a low hiss, and the ball is tossed away. Her fangs are bared in a snarl. "It lies, this thing is a fake!"

Out of five times she's asked, four said no, one said concentrate before giving one said no. Not that she thinks finding the missing diviner isn't possible; she just hates 8-balls now.*

*"Death."*

*There's hissing. So much hissing. And those red eyes just watching, unblinking.*

*There may or may not be random hissing everywhere; if she could look in mirrors, she so would. All the time, for hours upon hours on end; adjust the nails, the hair, the clothing to make sure there's not a /single/ ruffle.*

*WELL THAT DID IT AND SHE'S ON THE HUNT. Run as fast as you can, but she quickly catches up, then lets distance be gained, then runs up close again. Just when one would think she'd pounce...

She's gone. Either she sensed something amiss with this girl's direction, or she grew bored. One of the two. It's as if no one's there.*

*It should be interesting to note that she isn't trying to grab her...possible prey, but even as she turns POOF SHE'S RIGHT BEHIND YOU OH GOD. Still not touching or trying to grab, though. "You know the little redhead-although he's much taller than you, I'd guess~! What is your connection to him? When have you saw him last, and you won't suffer."*