"My talent is fighting," I told him, my red eyes flashing as I show off my wings. I heard gasps. I was the only vampire known to have actual bat wings -though torn they could still fly- without turning into a bat. I couldn't turn into a bat, I've tried and I never could. Dracula nodded to some of his guards, "Fighting it is." I was up against five. Two turned into bats. One took out a sword, another a bow, and the third a mace. Good, I like to shake things up a bit. They stood still, poised to strike at a moment's notice. I bared my fangs and hissed and they attacked.
---Ten Minutes Later---
I stood there, panting, as I stood around a circle of half-dead vampires. I smiled, it was a gruesome grin. "Interesting. Beautiful fighting, Mira. Emorie, you are next. Then Thea," Dracula said. I spit on the floor in disgust at him and then walked out by Taylor. "Umm... nice fighting," she complimented nervously. "Thank you, that's only a taste of what I can do, though. Good voice, though," I returned.