[She described this one as "cute". She was most likely correct, unless this one was a master of disguise, like the Master's new lapdog. The sunlight, at least, was a common thread. He runs a gloved finger across his lips thoughtfully, deciding exactly where to begin.]
A different world. That explains much. [He looks over to her again.] Two millennia is quite a long time to travel the world and never encounter one of your kind. [It would also explain why, for the first time in his life, he didn't sense the Master's mind.]
There is a certain mysticism to vampires in mine. None save the Ancients know of their origins, but theirs is a disease that is passed through...injection. [He pauses for a moment.] Or perhaps infestation is a better word. When a human is stung by a vampire, they are infected with the blood worm. Very quickly, that worm begins to devour it's host, killing what flesh it needs not for survival, and mutating the rest for the Master's ends. Each is connected to him, serves him, and the plague continues.
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A different world. That explains much. [He looks over to her again.] Two millennia is quite a long time to travel the world and never encounter one of your kind. [It would also explain why, for the first time in his life, he didn't sense the Master's mind.]
There is a certain mysticism to vampires in mine. None save the Ancients know of their origins, but theirs is a disease that is passed through...injection. [He pauses for a moment.] Or perhaps infestation is a better word. When a human is stung by a vampire, they are infected with the blood worm. Very quickly, that worm begins to devour it's host, killing what flesh it needs not for survival, and mutating the rest for the Master's ends. Each is connected to him, serves him, and the plague continues.