Runa was currently cruched behind a pillar in the hall, attempting to avoid the gaze of the white haired vampire. If she could have blushed she was sure her face would have been a desirable shade for a ruby.

'Runa, come and introduce yourself.' Darkmoon called, teasing her as she hid.'I'm Darkmoon, but I'm mainly called Dark.'

"I'm going to make gloves from your fur, you hair brained pain."She muttered into her bag.

Why did he have to be so stubborn? Why?