What is WRONG with me?!

To those who actually cared to look, it seemed that a young man was sitting at the docks. Of course, as always, this wasn't the case. The former mother and wife was just disguised as a guy, wearing rather baggy, black clothing, with chains on the pants. A hat hid her waist-length black hair underneath it, with a shadow cast over her face. Dark blue eyes were turned down to look at the waves as they crashed against the wood. Her legs were hanging over the dock so that her feet and the bottom of her pants were getting wet, but to be completely honest, Miss Cordelia Brooks did not care.

The vampire raised a hand and rubbed her forehead. What had been wrong with her lately? She'd been nice. She had been nice to that Mez kid, even though he was a male and she despised males. And of course, she had told Sonlath her entire life story because he had been in his wolf form and she didn't know he had one. Even if he was her little brother, she didn't want him knowing that much about her. She didn't mind being kind to the boy and to Jira, but other than them, it wasn't acceptable.

She was just mean to protect herself. And, well, if she got hurt again, she supposed it would only be her fault. She would just have to learn to be absolutely mean again... hard as that might be. But, she was sure she could do it.... hopefully.

"Well..if this isn't the most interesting thing. A woman pretending to be a man. You people at this academy really do some of the most interesting things.."

The vampire growled, and that laugh hadn't help her. Why did everyone here at this stupid academy see through her disguise?! HOW DID THEY DO IT?! Her bottom lip trembled in anger, and she turned to look at him. "Interesting or not, what I do is none of your business," she said. She had thought the question was coming, so it was best for him to get that answer now. "And I have my reasons for dressing like this, none of which would be your concern."

She looked the male over. Of course, yep, it always had to be a guy, a person she would automatically hate. Wonderful, just spectacular. Nothing better than that. She rolled her eyes and sighed out of frustration. When he mentioned hypothermia, it was the vampire's turn to laugh. "Oh, yes, why don't we just pretend such a thing will actually harm me!" she said. Whether it could or not she didn't know, but if she ended up losing one of her legs, she knew for a fact it would grow back. Amazingly, there were some rewards to being a vampire.

"As to why I'm here, I could ask you the same thing," the widow said. "But me, I'm just bored and haven't been here before. And if I lose use of my legs, ah well, I'll regain it in time." Fangs showed as she spoke. What Mez said may have been right, but, she really could care less if people knew, whether they could kill her or not.

Cordelia rolled her eyes when he said to settle down, and that he didn't feel threatened. Ah, well, it had been fun to threaten him anyway. She smirked when he said she had interested him — or well, the vampiric qualities did. She shrugged her shoulders and nodded head. "That's exactly what I just said, isn't it?" she said. "At least, I'd believe it's true. I've never seen a vampire that can't use their legs. What a beautiful thing regeneration is.... besides, once a vampire is made, they can't change. At least that's the case with me." The woman's smirk widened a bit, just to show she liked taking advantage of her gifts. Inside, though, she really hated never changing.

"What a waste of life on this planet..the entire point of a life is to grow in change, without that ability, you are just like an empty shell.."

"I suppose you could say that," Cordelia said, agreeing with his statement on being an empty shell. She couldn't believe she was actually agreeing with a male, though. Her bottom lip twitched a bit in anger at herself, but she forced it to stop and quickly shook her head. "But in a way, I don't think one should consider vampires 'living', so I suppose we're not 'a waste of LIFE on this planet'. And besides, it's not like our minds stay the same as well; our minds grow and change." She shrugged her shoulders once again, not really caring.

She watched him as he laid down, an eyebrow raising somewhat, though doubting it could be seen. "I don't like to be around people," she answered simply. It was a the truth, really; the less people she was around, the less of a chance there was of her getting hurt. "And I figured there wouldn't be many people here. And you? You're here because....?" She couldn't remember if he had already said, though she didn't think she had. So what was the harm in asking?

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Well, aren't you kind, wanting to take care of other peoples supposed death wishes," she said. "Kids these days are so horrible... it's sickening." Sighing, she listened to what he called her, a smirk coming to her lips from amusement. A gender confused vampire with a big ego, hm? It would have made her laugh, but she wasn't one to laugh at much. However, since it had amused her, she decided not to insult him back. Besides, she hadn't known him long enough to really insult him... and then there was always the fact that she was getting softer.

She took her legs out of the water, and pulled her knees up to her chest. "I must admit, that little comparison of yours was... ah, nevermind." She shut her eyes tightly, not going to compliment it. She had to be mean, she had to be!! She didn't want to get nicer. The widow rubbed her forehead. "So do you carry out death wishes for every body, or was I just chosen out of the goodness of your heart?" she asked, really quite curious. Her voice was sarcastic when she reached the 'goodness of his heart' part.