Blood.Blood.Blood.Blood.Blood.Blood...

She had found the source, and was staring at it as her thirst got worse and brought to her mind endless thoughts of blood that tempted her to taste it and then do more. Tearing her eyes from it and stopping her breath so that she didn't smell it any more...she feabily made her way into the tub as far away from it as possible and squeezed her eyes shut. That didn't stop the raging current of thoughts and memories though, and for the first time in nearly three hundred years, the thirst was getting to her and she felt her own mentaliy start to slip away from her. 

But something put the breaks on her seemless slip into her vampiric need. She heard her name, and realized that Connor was talking to her. She slowly came closer to the door, focussing on what it was that he was saying..by the time she could think past the need for blood to actually make anything out, he was apologizing for the blood in the bathroom....and then asked her to answer. She noted the tone of concern in his voice and imagined that his instincts as a hunter were starting to agitate. 

and then, she felt sad that she had wanted to rip out his throat only moments earlier...

[i]Please god, not yet... [/i]

she found herself thinking, as she stared at the door keeping him safely from her field of vision. She couldn't inhale to answer him, because she was still on edge and the smell might drive her over that edge. She reached up with one finger and made a really long scratch sound to get his attention before tapping out the message, "still here." and hoping to God that he had learned Morse Code at some point in his life.