Believe it

I looked to my left. The burglar was still on the floor, forgotten. He groaned, blood coming from his mouth as he tried to get up. 

"Oh my, oh my, how impolite of us!" exclaimed the vampire girl. "I am so very sorry, Mr. Burglar! It seems I broke two or three of your ribs. It must hurt, right?"

She walked towards him, caught his collar and left him above her head with a single hand. She was holding a grown up man like he was an empty bag with no visible difficulty.

"Now, now, what should I do with you? Thieves aren't exactly rare, you know? Not exactly the most interesting people. Yet, it seems you were about to kill someone I am interested in. Um… You know what?" She made a pause and her smile widened, "I don't like you."

I don't remember if I mentioned earlier, but this girl was always smiling. Well, mostly. It was her default expression if I may put it that way.