"I made you like me. You're a vampire now, one of the Kindred. More specifically, clan Ventrue." 

Catienna kisses her temple. "There is so much I have to explain, but for now, you must be desperate for a drink."

Celia just kind of stares at her.

"I think I need to go home? You said it was morning. I actually have work later today and I really need to - vampire, are you serious?"

"Morning, as in the night next. Dusk has fallen." 

Catienna presses Celia's own hand to her chest. "You can't ever go home."

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"Catienna, I'm not really into this roleplay stuff. Or, well, I could be, but this is taking it a little far a little too soon without all the talky stuff that needs to go before it."

Something dark flickers behind Catienna's eyes. 

"Celia. You're a vampire. You're Kindred-

"You're dead."

"I am very much alive and vampires don't exist."

"Then why don't you have a heartbeat?"

...Celia will prove her wrong and attempts to find her own pulse.

"Your skin's colder than it was before. You feel a burning in your throat, like it's going to overwhelm you. You are Kindred."

Celia is not going to freak out. She's not

"What is Kindred, exactly."

"Vampires. True vampires. Like us. Like you and me."

"With the whole blood drinking, and the sun burning and - garlic allergy?"

Celia isn't really big on the whole vampire myth thing.

"I...don't actually know about garlic. Vampires don't really eat food, you see. But you can't go in the sun. And if you don't drink blood, you turn into the Beast."

"The Beast?"

"The Beast. She takes over when the thirst becomes too much. Kills anything in her path to satisfy her thirst."

"And you... made me into one. Like you."

Catienna flinches. "I...I didn't make you into a Beast! I made you into a Kindred! The Beast is not who we truly are!"

"Right, sorry. This is very - new terminology. No heartbeat. A whole new world."

Catienna seems reassured by Celia’s words, leaning back towards her. “I have so much to show you. You’re going to love your new life. I promise.”

- Celia reaches up and holds Catienna, trying to reassure her. "What sort of life is it?"

Catienna grabs at her, like she's the last drink of water in a desert. "Before I saw you, awfully, terribly lonely. It was-"

"No-" 

"Who-"

"Zevran, please-"