Weapons.

As a Pureblood, Sara learned how to use many weapons.

Both of metal and the lower ranks.

But her body was a weapon as well, a lethal one.

Her long, red dress dragged behind her as she entered the room. The halter of it chocking her neck and she felt uncomfortable in her own skin.

She smiled at the dark figure.

Ouri-san took her into his arms and his long, cloaked arms covered her bare shoulders.

Takuma shut the door and prepared himself for what would happen next.

Gray eyes widened and the last thing they saw were a smiling face.

The smile grew wider and fangs descended from the upper jaw as they found a pale throat.

With his life blood draining Ouri died in the arms of his fiancee.

Sara's scarlet lips smiled and she pushed his body off of hers, noteing the anti-vampire dagger she'd plunged into his chest.

Whatever blood was left was poisoned now.

The burn marks on her hands and arms, from that weapon, healed and the perfect skin smoothed over.

She exited the room like she'd entered it.

Takuma bowed and presented his handkerchief to her.

"There is blood on your lips, Sara-sama."

His voice didn't quiver as she'd expected.