Hasibe thinks about the vampires she's met, and how to frame this without giving herself away, entirely. "There are a lot of vampires--most of them are quite old, though, I think there was some kind of general statute against turning people after the 19th century. Most of the ones I've met are at least four hundred years old. They vary in power, and they tend to feed freely; a lot of them keep to the old countries, where people are still superstitious."

She reaches up to tweak the sit of the straps of her outfit, absently reminded of something from a long time ago (flashes of Hyde come to her on occasion, the way he'd be driven to distraction by her adjusting her clothes or hair), and continues as though the thought never struck her. "In terms of the...hierarchy, I suppose, vampires are sort of mid-range. Hard to be the baddest boy in town when there are demons around. And there are things that eat them, because those things feed on the spirit and not the flesh which is, at least in my world, vastly more important. Vampires here don't seem to have any natural predators."