Sasha O'Neill & Jean Belair
Sasha looked at the young man who spoke. He looked like he could be her little brother but she knew looks could be deciving with vampire's. It could very well be that he was already four times her age. She listened silently, her face not giving away even the slightest emotions. Jean on the other hand seemed to be a bit angry and pressed his hand on his neck. Their eye's crossed and he nodded no, trying to tell her that she should not trust him. Her eye's widened as he told her someone had ordered to kill her and inmediatly flashback to what had happend in the mine came running back to her, making her tremble for a bit.
She was shocked to see Vladimir angry like that, she had never seen him like that before. Sashas head stated to hurt as Vlad houted around the room. Jean, who saw what it was doing to Sasha, rushed to Vlad and tried to calm him. If this Vampkid was right than perhaps he as well should reveal somehting else. It was such a weird coincedence that Sasha had owned the Harker knife, while he had the knife that belonged to Quincy once. He had plucked it of the corps of a dead vampire hunter once. The woman had helped him track down a vampire but Jean had to kill her in the end. To keep secrecy.
''Vladimir calm down. First of all awe need to look at the facts. So Dracula is back, next step figuring out where he is. But first Sasha needs to heal, and it won't help if you shout like that''
''Vladimir, can you help me'' Sasha said akward as she had used the shift of attention to swing her legs out of the bed and had tried to stand up in order to reach Vladimir. Unsteady she stood besides her bed, leaning heavy on the thing.
Sasha looked at Grant and closed her eye's.
''mister Holiday. I do not give my information away for free. I want two things in return for this information, that may or may not contain her current location, if she has not moved yet. I want all the information you have about Dracula, and...I want to know how you got my private number?''