She gave a manic giggle, clapping her hands in glee. Vampire blood! Injected into a human! Oh, how she enjoyed the antics of the so-called scientists who toyed with magic while calling it science. How Morgan used to love alchemical experiments, particularly those that tried to turn lead into gold. Alchemists were easy to fool, and they were so eager to share their "findings" to each other. She let out a wistful sigh just thinking about the old days.

If Morgan closed her eyes and concentrated, she could see the moment Helen altered her fate - or perhaps embraced it; Morgan could never be quite sure which actually happened. "Your hair was much fairer then," she noted in a dreamy sort of voice. Almost trance-like, she gently tugged at a lock of Helen's hair, as if expecting it to suddenly revert to a blonde ringlet.

She blinked once, hard, and the vision faded behind her eyes. The smirk returned, taunting. "Uh, uh, uh," she half-sang. "You can call it science all you want, you can discover all the properties as you wish, but you can never fully remove the magic from your transformation." She could practically hear the magic singing through Helen's veins, that distinctive high-pitched note that was a cross between a squeal of absolute delight and a scream of absolute terror.