Quillin thought, for a second, she would reject the cloth this man had given her to wipe away her tears, but decided against it. She didn't want to dirty the handkerchief, but she definitely didn't want to offend this man. At least, any more that it seemed she had. She took the cloth in her hand, and with the smallest bit of the corner, she dabbed both of her eyes. Handing the thing back to the man, Quillin realigned herself on the table she was now seated on. She lifted her legs and swung them off of the table, and place her palms on the edge of it, so that her fingers gripped the side. Sitting this way allowed her to see around the man.
The laboratory, library looking room filled Quillin with interest when she peered around Dietrich. The table was littered with papers, and things Quillin had never heard of, let alone seen. Around the room, an array of things flooded her mind with curiosity, but in her predicament, Quillin thought it best to keep her mouth shut. She looked to the other side of the man "Dietrich, had he said his name was?" On his other side, an elf stood, looking down at something that looked like a ball of light. He seemed to be testing it, with the actions he was carrying out with it. The way she was looking at the thing in the elf's hands, or perhaps the thing itself, triggered a distant memory.
A woman, who looked strikingly like Quillin, was standing in front of her, as if trying to block something from view. Quillin was sitting on a table (quite the same way she was sitting now, though, the table was shorter width wise, and a little taller.) Around the woman in front of her, Quillin could just make out a man. He had Quillin's eyes, and as he frowned, his left eyebrow came down, and his mouth came up to meet it, making it seem like his face was being squished together on that side. Just like Quillin's did. He had a bright blue ball of light in his hands, and he was looking towards Quillin with a look that struggled between hope, pain, and fear on his face.
The little room they were in, was very cluttered, very dusty, and extremely dinghy. The floor seemed to be either dust covered or just dirt. The windows visible behind the mess were covered with tattered, shabby curtains, though they weren't needed; light couldn't filter through the grim tinted windows. The woman in front of Quillin started to talk, or maybe Quillin just started to listen and hear. "Kay, honey, this is our only chance, please dear," the woman begged, tears coming to her eyes, "please, Quillin." "But," Quillin started, but was cut off by the man. "Quillin, you have to do this, we will all die, all of us, if you don't do this, you know they take people like you in, and they pay damn good money. With this, you'll be better than any other. They will have no choice but to take you on." "But," Quillin started again, "mom, I'm scarred."
Quillin realized she was still looking at the elf, and her eyes had glazed over. She shut them, and shook her head, half out of confusion, half trying to clear her mind of the flashback. She had never seen those people, or at least, she didn't remember them, but she called that woman her mother. She had no time for this!
Quillin peered up at Dietrich, and looked into his eyes. There electric blue hue reflected Quillin's small, scared looking self back at her. She realized, for the first time, how good looking he was. Taken aback at her own thoughts, and realizing how close the two were, she blinked a couple of times and leaned back a few inches. Looking at him a little closer, she realized how pale white he looked, and then something else dawned on her. Almost like a smell, and something of an instinct revealed a strange truth about this man. Without even realizing it was coming out of her mouth, and in more of a statement than a question, she said, "You're a vampire."