Really, Mommy Issues again?

It is an irregular day for Manasseh, the vampire merchant. Ah, now just a vampire....well, half a vampire. The blood-seeking fiend who sat amongst beside a window sighed a breath of frost to leave behind an unfeeling fog that scathed her heart, frost laylines beneath her throat pulsing of magic stolen, mana interwining to form shared breaths of warring humanity and vengeful vampirism, as her sharpened bond with mana braided her eyes to the truth that braided itself to the truth.