Ezmerelda's transformation.

"I hope not for a very long time." He said looking into her eyes...

((Ooc: I bet a little kid would be going like this: :rolleyes: lol!))

Slow, mocking applause in a tree above them, a cold almost robotic presence they couldn't have sensed, Judas Anderson, smirking and laughing.
"Ah, what a beautiful love scene, I couldn't have written it better if I was mentally disabled."
He dropped down into the clearing gracefully like a cat, peering at both of them, holding out his arms.
"Now, you two, do tell me. Who am I? Do you recognize my face?"

Judas peered at her.
"Ahahahha, you actually intend to fight? How cute! Like a dog trying to lick peanut butter off of its tongue."
He paused.
"But...you know my name. Why is that, wench?"

Judas burst into laughter, holding up his hand to signal Ezmeralda to give him a minute to collect himself.
"Aahhahahah, seems like everywhere I go it's the same story. Thank the devil I don't remember you, hmm?"
He spoke sardonically, smiling almost insanely.
"My, my, so many people Judas hurt or tried to kill, I must've been delightful back then. And I assume Charlie is your souless vampiric lover? How delightfully Romeo and Juliet, no?"

Judas chuckled.
"You can hardly comprehend the human soul, let alone the vampire's, or lack thereof. I may have lost my mind, but I remember a distinct hate for vampires, and a very large amount of data on them...I could see their dim souls, their damned vessels, and I freed them from existence, gave them liberty."
He paused.
"As for you, I haven't the slightest idea who you are. I don't remember insignificant girls."
He delivered the last part with a wink and a smile.