Faylinn Gullveig
Faylinn wanted to scream, she wanted to fight back, but she knew it wouldn't do any good. Even if the guard outside her door heard the struggles, he wouldn't reach her in time. She could tell by the coldness of his skin, this man, was a vampire. When the man lept out the window, she felt the instinctive urge to cling to him, afraid she may be dropped, but she fought the urge, not wanting to be mistaken as a willing participant in this frightful event. She wasn't sure what to expect, not sure who this guy was or what he wanted. She just wanted to be back in her bed, safe and sound, but she knew that was just wishful thinking. If she could talk, she would ask this man who he was and what he wanted, she would gladly pay him any amount of money, if he would just turn around and take her home.