Nothing gave Myst more satisfaction that reveling in the hunt of any powerful spiritual being, and taking their blood by force. the brief moment between life and death was a rush in and of itself, but causing that moment to sustain yourself was something else entirely, and strong beings only made it better. Sure she never killed an innocent person by drinking them, but visit any local prisons and they will tell you of a strange rash of deaths in the compound. During this particular night, however, she reminised of a Quincy who could actually fight her on even grounds, Ryuichi Ishida. Although faint, there was still a mark on her wrist from his attack, and she was in her vampire form to boot. I wonder what he's doing tonight.