Zane felt his temper flaring up at the way she brushed off his question, but he reminded himself that she had had a more difficult life than he could probably even imagine. He ripped off the front of her cage in one smooth motion, releasing his fury in the moment, then was able to grab her calmly, pinning her wrists to the wall, on either side of her head. "Oh, I'm sure I will find out what your name is," he told her cooly, "The question is whether you will tell me it of your own free will." He saw the shopkeeper look up from the corner of his eye, and then turn back to his paperwork. No vampire would care if he killed this girl... except for him.
Dawn looked up at a new male vampire with little interest, but her gaze quickly returned to him as he made his way over to her. She studied his emotionless face, and was relieved it was at least not angry. Looking over him, she saw his muscles, and his clothes- he was probably well off in the vampire world, at least it looked that way- when he spoke. Of course, he was speaking at her, rather than to her, but at least he wasn't voicing a threat. She responded, in just as simple a tone, "Dawn. I don't know my last one."





