Vampires were territorial creatures. Once one vampire (or even a family of them) situated in a single place and began to hunt and feed accordingly, they effectively sent a message to all others in the area. It was your typical 'back off or pay the price' type of deal and one that Margaery dutifully enforced. The Ascendants territory and what laid just beyond it had been claimed by her. The former done in an attempt to keep her clanmates safe from stray (and hungry) vampires that could turn or potentially kill them. Thus far, she had encountered no issues.

That was, until Suiteheart woke her up.

She would blink a few times as she jolted from her sleep, wondering if her wife's message had been a dream and nothing more. No, Suite's words were still fresh in her mind and she could sense the panic exhibited by the other femme as she abandoned her room and quickly began hunting them down. A wave of nausea told her that the leeches were not too pleased with this development but she ignored them as she usually did, not stopping until she came across Suite and a wounded Luna.

The vampire's scent was still fresh in the air and a part of her contemplated pursuing it without even offering advice for how to deal with this situation. She knew that that was wrong though and that the killing could wait. But oh, how she would ensure that the guilty party would do much suffering for this little transgression as soon as she was done here. Mark her words, she would throw the rogue vampire back to the pits of hell from which is originated.

[color=#b14767]"Definitely a vampire," Margaery offered first, dismissing her thoughts to get closer to Luna. Surprisingly, the blood that came from the puncture wound on her neck did nothing for her. That had to mean that her friend was likely in transition and would awake dependent on blood. [color=#b14767]"I don't know what else to say except that Luna will probably carry the affliction now. I'm surprised why she was targeted and not drained though. I'm going to do some looking around after this," She continued quietly, a bit too calm in the wake of this tragedy. She was more concerned with the immediate knowledge that someone had broken territory rules to come and injure a friend. That was more than enough for Margaery to issue a death warrant and not stop until the criminal had his or her head removed and placed on a spike. She wasn't playing around.

It always intrigued Margaery to see the creation of another vampire. Those who had been turned and not made differed vastly from someone like, say, herself. Her fangs were present but not nearly as prominent and her eyes looked rather typical until they phased into their dark-copper counterparts. There was no scar upon her neck either, a trait that Luna certainly would exhibit for the rest of her life. Had she not felt the sudden need to rifle off all of her vampire knowledge in some attempt to explain to the Starstruck Guardian what had happened, she could have made comparisons between them all day.

[color=#b14767]"You're a vampire now, love. I suggest finding some blood and quickly, new vampires tend to be a bit ravenous and we have two very mortal individuals in our company," She extended casually, though a subconscious step was taken forward as she positioned herself slightly in front of Suiteheart. Margaery had lost her wife once, she would not have her slip out of her reach again- much less to a newly turned vampire. [color=#b14767]"You're probably feeling a bit peckish, which is completely normal. You may feel emotional and even unstable as well, those are also pretty typical traits of vampires. The biggest one is blood though, it'll become something that you'll want to focus all your energy on acquiring. Don't let your blood lust take over. Lucky for you, I've been doing this for quite a long time and I can help you anyway you need. And... if you want, I could even make you an honorary Mikaelson of sorts, if you'd feel more at home with your affliction that way. The decision is yours."