A scowl was upon the woman's face as she walked through the moors. She was dressed as usual, in clothing men should wear, and a hat was upon her head, hiding most of her face in shadow and keeping her long hair hidden underneath it. Pale hands were stuffed into the black pockets of her baggy black pants, the sleeves of her sweatshirt concealing all of the skin on her arms. The vampire looked around... so this place had vampires that had never been human, hm? She hoped she would come across one, just for a fight. But then again, in a way, she didn't. She didn't feel like getting beaten to near death if they were stronger than her.
At the thought, the smell of blood came to her and she blinked. It was obviously familiar, and she should have expected to smell it in this place... but, of course, she hadn't. Shrugging, she walked as quietly as she could in the direction of it, and frowned upon seeing what it was. Blood was circling the boy, with corpses of animals around him. Oh, that's beautiful... she thought sarcastically to herself.
Then she realized who it was. Jira... the kid who wanted to kill her little brother. She folded her arms over her chest, and stood not too far behind him. "You..." Cordelia growled, her voice masculine as it always was.