[center] Clara didn't exactly know what to expect from Jaden now that the truth had hung on the air between them. What had seemed like a magnificent idea the evening before, now seemed quite foolish as she had to actually say out loud what she had done and [i]why[/i] she had done it. Perhaps it really was a bad idea, but other than how it could have effected Jaden, she couldn't see anything further that was so terribly horrible. Sure, she had been selfish. She had wanted another night like the one at the club, no matter what the cost. She had [i]wanted[/i] that attention, no matter how false it really was. She understood how addicting his touch was - every single sensation had been something she had never felt before and she almost lusted for it in her own way - Jaden had only managed to push her towards Asmodeus with his own damn lies. The realization that she was worth practically nothing, even to her [i]sire[/i] who she had grown to hate with every fiber of her being. The realization that the only reason Jaden had taken her in, in the first place was because she had reminded him of his dead wife... All of her insecurities had been brought to light and only amplified the evening before. Sure, she should have simply ignored Asmodeus - she should have pushed it all aside and drank her night away like she usually would, but it was just so damn tempting to make Jaden hurt as much as she did in that moment. 

But now... It wasn't so appealing. 

Clara had braced herself for the yelling and reprimanding that she could have almost [i]hoped[/i] would come... But she had suddenly felt deflated when his words hadn't come out the way that she had anticipated. She stared at him for only a moment as he spoke before she looked away from him, unable to see that betrayal and hurt that she had wanted to see so horribly, on his features. The guilt that was within her had only built itself higher. He had not yelled at her - no, yelling at her probably would have been the easy way out. Clara could have taken his shouting, could have yelled and screamed on her own, and been able to storm off feeling satisfied with herself. What Jaden had done now had only made her feel regret although a part of her wanted to fight back. She wanted to tell him he was wrong; that she knew full well what she was doing. But the fact of the matter still remained - she had no idea what she was getting into when it came to Asmodeus. All she understood was that he knew exactly how to make her feel the things she wanted to, and that had been good enough for her. Clara had felt that she had nothing to lose, especially the evening before, but now as Jaden still remained in her bed and had seemed only to warn her about Asmodeus, she wasn't so sure. 

She couldn't look at him, even as the silence gripped them both. Her gaze focused only on her own skin, on her sheets, on the room around them - anything to keep her from seeing the judgement in his gaze. His words had grown harsher, and she almost wanted to scoff at his chiding, but she knew better... He knew more of Asmodeus than she ever would, and she would be ignorant to blow off his warning. And yet - what did it matter anymore? Why the hell could Jaden even care what happened to her - if she decided to take absolute advantage of the attention she was given? So what if she would be lost to it all - at least then she would have a bit more closure to her life and would have gone out the way she wanted to, instead of being trapped and forced to live as he had made her when she once begged for death. 

Still, his words had made her flinch as she listened to the tone of his voice. Did she understand? "Fine - Yes... I get it..." Her words were reluctant even then, quiet despite herself. Clara had only glanced his way for a moment, cautious in her choice of words - afraid to even speak as if all of this was going to lead up into the yelling that she thought she was going to get. "Look... I'm sorry." She murmured, although it might have fallen on empty ears as she pulled her legs up to her chest, making sure to still keep her sheet around herself. That guilt hadn't faded and she had a feeling that it wouldn't for quite some time. She frowned as she looked down to the top of her covered knees with a quiet sigh to herself. Fuck- what could she expect, really? That she would wake up that morning and feel absolutely great about what she'd done? Now, she felt like an absolute piece of shit and the fact that Jaden still remained had only made her feel worse. 

But what had eventually pushed her even further over the edge of that guilt was when she had heard his command and had looked up to see his head tilted - waiting for her to finally drink from him. He must have realized she'd been hungry; or he'd assumed considering the events of the evening before, she wasn't certain. But, part of her had wanted to decline. Part of her had wanted to distance herself from him at least for now - figure it out on her own and find someone to feed on in town. But she knew better than that - Jaden probably wouldn't let her. The frown was still on her lips as she only cautiously scooted close to him, the reluctance written in every move that she made. Even so, she closed the distance between them and hesitated - almost not wanting to touch him in her own guilt that flurried around her like a snowstorm. Still, her hunger had taken over in moments and she bared her fangs before biting into his neck -- drinking slowly as she needed. It was only after she was finished that her tongue had slid gently over the wound she had created, but she hadn't pulled away just yet. "...I really am sorry." Her words were quiet and cautious against the crook of his neck even then. [/center]