Mortem shook her head. "Operor nusquam. Illa es meus amicitia quod unus est vestri parvulus. Licentia lemma exsisto. Vestri res est me , permissum is subsisto ut via. Vos postulo non involve lemma. Take vestri cruor quod vado , nos es tantum prosapia quoniam EGO sumo sic. Permissum lemma exsisto." She replied, moving her hair and trailing a finger down the side of her neck.
A trail of pink skin surfaced, glowing softly in the bloodied moon's light. The magic snapped and the vampire appeared, a willowy man in his late fifties with flowing silver hair to his waist. His eyes were soft as they gazed upon his daughter. She was more beautiful this year than the last. He'd been watching her, making sure she stayed safe. He only needed her blood to be close enough to protect her.
"Est meus filius supremus nos? EGO can vix voluntas him. Quare does is non adeo mihi?" He asked, his feathery voice only in Wulf's and Mortem's heads.
"Sit afraid vos mos take nimium , Abbas. Is tantum vota protego mihi ex ut. Sententia orbis inter nos mos servo him absentis si Volo is. Exsisto velox , is mos non permaneo porro." She replied just as soft, smiling. Her neck flexed as the veins stood out.