Gaining control back over her being she ran her fingers through her midnight black hair. "How does one aquire those abilities?" She asked looking at Nic. The raven, having just witnessed what just happened, flew from Nics leg and landed on Isabellas shoulder Gentally nudging at her ear to make sure she was okay. "So tamers are born to fight off the vampires?" Isabella was trying to make sense of it. She knew that once upon a time, vampires were feared and hated for their rabid behavior. They didnt know how to control their hunger. As the race became older and more wise they learned to control this and some even refused to drink the blood of a human or any being of the sort. They chose to sit and rot in a mumified state till there was nothing left of them.