Upon hearing Evelyn's tone and seeing the new vampire in the dining room, Anrah's excitement over the library was quelled. On top of that, the blood had hit her nose again and she was beginning to think that those three cups, filled to the brim, were still no where near enough. Her fangs felt unbearably sore in her mouth and the throbbing was coming back to her head. The intoxicating scent was killing any chance she had at acting both civil and civilized.

She turned back around in the hallway and saw the full cup she'd left for Angel, the one the girl hadn't even touched. She swiped it up and stayed at the back of the group as she gulped it down, feeling incredibly impolite, but the hunger seemed to drive away and morals she had. She was practically licking the left over blood out of the cup. Her body seemed to be battling with her instincts as her feet stepped forward but her body froze.

[I]"Don't get in the way of upset superiors! Submit to them and show loyalty!"[/i] her instincts seemed to scream, rooting her in place behind Evelyn and out of the way of the Elder vampires. She was shifting from foot to foot, eyes only ever straying off the bowls of blood to look at one of the Elder vampires, and then down in shame at her lack of control. Her face scrunched up as she frowned, eyes now fixed on the floor.

[I]"I was ready to rip their throats out earlier, why am I becoming so docile towards them?"[/i] She licked her lips and tasted some of the blood left over on it, trying to savour the taste. [I]"Is it because they fed me? Took me in? Explained things? Or is this my real nature and earlier was a defense mechanism?"[/i] she continued sucking on her lower lip as her internal monolog trailed off and she tuned back in to the outside world to listen ti the Elder vampires.