[color=f9ad81][i][b]Rowan Delacroix[/b][/i][/color]

The vampire knew she was losing grip of her consciousness. With half-lidded eyes, Rowan felt as if the the room around her had dropped severely in temperature. The original color of her irises returned along with her pupils. However, their tone was dull and lacking in their usual sheen. Her eyelids drooped even further as the coldness loomed over her, causing her to shiver ever-so-slightly. She was so drained of energy, she hadn't noticed the footsteps that had approached her just a few moments after she collapsed; the strides were significantly lighter than the previous creature's. 

The creaking of the wood beneath the other's feet managed to keep Rowan from slipping into a deep sleep. The movement coming from beside her came to a gradual stop, and the room was filled with silence once again. After what seemed like a lifetime, a bead of something warm dripped right between her parted lips and into the small space. A very palatable taste filled her mouth, something savory that she had not experienced for the longest- human blood. From just a sparse amount, Rowan felt warmth sweep over her entire body. A few more droplets filtered into her mouth, which she lapped up eagerly. The heaviness that weighed her down was lifted in an instant when such an exquisite sweetness spread throughout her. 

The small sample of blood triggered her thirst once again, except she was far too unstable to be able to control her senses. [color=f9ad81]"More."[/color] Rowan whispered frantically as she blindly reached for the source of the liquid. Her hand latched onto the Leval's wrist and she hoisted herself upward in one swift motion. Without so much as asking his consent, the vampire tightened her grip on the human's arm and pulled the wounded hand to her lips. She licked her lips hungrily before running her tongue along the teeth marks he had made. All of her attention was focused on the alluring meal before her, her mind clouded with the desire for Leval and his blood.  Rowan proceeded to sink her fangs into the clammy palm after prepping the smooth surface with her saliva, easily breaking the skin to create two streams of the crimson substance she usually abstained from drinking; she consumed the blood without hesitation due to her lack of self control.