Annie eyed the girl. She was stunning, but in a perfectly simple away. Nothing flashy. She liked that. "I'm Annie. Annie Lace." She replied formally, sitting down and curling her right leg slightly over her left. Some habits from her human days never left. Clasping her hands in her lap, she sat straight, tall. One could say she almost looked regal, if not for the casual outfit she bore. "Nice to meet you too." She smiled sweetly, her tone formal still, though her eyes danced. She had not met another vampire in a long time. It was nice, to know you were not alone out in the world, as much as you thought you were.

Annie's mind flew back to when she was in Philadelphia. She had nowhere to run then, no one to turn to. Her father thought she was dead, as did her mother she would guess. The slaves believed the haughty one's story, and they all had been under the same impression. She could never go back home. And so now, her new status in check, she moved yet again. She decided to run for a bit, sometimes taking a bus or a taxi. She had heard stories about Forks along the way, and how strange people lived there. It was worth a try, and now she can look back and see it was the best choice she ever made.

"How are you Sammie?" Annie asked politely, feeling as if she were sitting down with her father for tea. She never slouched, it was against the rules. And she had to be polite, though she was never supposed to speak first. That rule was soon lost after she was bitten. She never liked it anyway. As for the rest, well a habit was a habit. She kept most of them, finding it hard to stick with who she truly was in an ever changing world. Anastasia Ray Lace. She was well known and wealthy as a human. Now she lived in a cottage, going by her nickname Annie. Yes, ever changing all right.

Annie let her empathy go, letting it leak all over she did, and frowned inwardly. The immediate feel of curiosity filled her, and she smiled at Sammie. She could already guess the question, she wondered herself about Sammie. And she found that she was much more relaxed about the idea that she would have been as a human. "I am 408 years old. Stuck at 16." She replied smoothly, her eyes gleaming with amusement. At Sammie's next comment, Annie could really sympathize. "I know the feeling. I haven't talked to a real vampire in ages, it must've been about 10 years ago. I mainly talk to humans, trying to fit in with them. But, my priorities and my habits seem to stretch farther than theirs, and they find me odd, in a way." Annie replied, her hands fluttering over her lap now, moving as she talked. This was also a habit she'd picked up through the years. "Good, really. I've made some human friends, talked to them. But my empathy is leaking over everything, and I cannot help but notice all the details I don't want to notice." She complained mildly, a smile still etched on her face.

"But its not as if I can help it yet. Even after all these years sometimes a feeling pulls the empathy out of me. I once failed a test because the girl next to me was inwardly weeping over something terrible." She explained, talking way too much. Maybe it had been awhile since she had really talked to someone. Someone who would understand that is. A vampire, a rare breed of person. Not alive nor dead, just there, in the midst of space watching time fly by as they live forever. However long that was. "I am truly sorry for my rambling, it has been awhile since I could talk to someone who would understand." She apologized lightly, entwining her hands once more in her lap.