[@Wraithblade6] ((onceagaini'mverysorryididn'tpostforfivefuckingdayspleasedon'tkillmeaaaaaah!!!!))

It was...appalling to say the least, giving herself over willingly to a man, even if it was just to keep him from dying.

What could have possessed the mind of Rebecca to surrender herself to this raven haired fiend?  Although, he wasn't much of fiend as she glimpsed into his eyes, feeling and even seeing the sincerity in his words he spoke to her through pained whispers.  A soft shiver encapsulated her body at the grace of his touch to her skin, her eyes closing, anticipating the pain, rather dreading it because she felt it would drag her back to that horrible day, the day her life was changed for...the worst.

But oddly enough, no pain as the man's fangs sunk into the meat of her neck, only a slight...tingling sensation that lulled her into a euphoric trance, an inaudible whimper escaping her lips as she tilted her head back, her tense nerves unraveling.  Such a strange reaction to another Nosferatu feeding off of her.  Should her mind have been in the right, then certainly both hands would be grasping the neck of the beast and pulling him off of her, but her arms were limp at her sides, as was the rest of her body and mind giving way to this bizarre feeling of calmness.

The vampire released her, a small trickle of crimson remaining upon her neck, along with two small punctures from where his fangs tasted of her delectable essence.  She stood, wobbling a bit, the blue haired girl behind her with her mouth agape and eyes as wide as the full moon above.  Did her mistress really just let another vampire drink her blood?  Upon Rebecca's face, which would only express rage and utter disdain towards her kind, a face of demure emptiness, void of any emotion but the tranquility....soon to be shattered by the shrill scrape of a blade against its scabbard.

[color=ed1c24]~"How dare you betray me, beast!"~[/color]  She snapped out of it, immediately her face contorting in a vicious snarl, her Beretta drawn to the wounded beast once more.  Yes, she would have shot him point blank, execution style, but a shock towards what he did next.  As if the mere act of a vampire feeding from her wasn't repulsive enough, seeing him jab his own blade into his torso nearly made her sick to her stomach, the woman grimacing in complete disgust.  Both she and Camille looked on in appalling horror, observing the dark and brooding man fish from his grisly gash the pieces of blessed silver embedded in the meat, the sickening squelch of blood and sinew...such a stomach turner it was.

Finally, he was done, as much as Rebecca was with this...eventful evening.  She would definitely need a drink and a nice hot bath when she got home.  [color=6ecff6]"Umm....s-sure mister.  N-no problem."[/color]  Camille gave a nervous smile to him, agreeing that she wasn't going to force this vampire again through the torment of earlier.  In fact with how much she quivered in his foreboding presence, she was certain to not execute another perfect shot like that, even at a close range as this.  Rebecca cut in, her tone a tad harsh as she crossed her arms, still the steely glare towards him, [color=ed1c24]~"There, I let you live.  You can thank me later, vampire, and don't expect me to do it again."~[/color]