Kari glared at him and said her tone quiet but loud enough to be heard, "Vampires don't die easily. We only bleed the blood that we drink. Few things can kill us, and a couple of blows isn't going to kill me. Hell.... a couple of arrows through the heart wouldn't stop a vampire,"
snapping out of her thoughts she snapped, "Why the hell did you follow me anyways!" Karilly didn't like this mortal- or whatever he considered himself- following her around. It made her nervous. Like she had to watch her step or start a war or something.
She rubbed her head and came in contact with blood. Her face would have paled but that was impossible. Her pink hair hid the blood, but it could not hide the smell. Thankfully Karilly was sure that Oel didn't have advanced smelling. She kept her moves normal, which was a little off for her since she always moved funny, and rubbed her head again. This time to get the blood off of her hand so that no one would see. Kari didn't know if Oel would care or not, but she didn't want to look weak. She wanted to pout but held her angry expression. Karilly was more that a little pissed that Jimmy had been able to draw blood. Even if it was his own blood, it still came from her own body.
She could feel her wounds heal them self. This wasn't a pleasent feeling. Karilly could feel her head knit its self back together. She was immune to pain, but the sensation was odd almost painful. Her burises faded fast and the purple on her cheek was almost gone.
Glacing down at her necklace she thought angerly at it,
"This is your damn fault! Your messing with my senses I just know it! I'm a good fighter damn it! Nobody ever gets hits in on me! Your making me... SOFT! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU TO HELL!"