[i]"Go drink your fill; I'll wait up here,"[/i] Hisako told Greyson, opening the door the the basement and pointing down the stairs. 

Greyson mumbled a word of thanks once more, though she was not sure how intelligible it was this time. She looked down the stairwell for a moment before beginning the trek down. The first step, she nearly stumbled. Leaning heavily on the rail for support, she continued. If she fell down the stairs, she knew she would land in a crumpled heap at the bottom, and very well may not have the strength to get up. She took the stairs slowly, but finally reached the bottom. The darkness may have stopped a human. Weakened as she was, Greyson's eyes weren't as well-suited to it as usual. But she could still see clearly the shapes of the humans standing in the corner. Even if she couldn't have seen them, the scent was overbearing. 

With a newly found energy, Greyson stumbled towards them. Normally, she would have hypnotized her target. Made sure that they wouldn't remember what was happening. But she was far too desperate right now to think of that. In any case, it looked as though someone else already had. The small woman targeted the closest man. In a fraction of a second, she had him knocked to the ground. Her teeth cleaved through the skin of his neck, piercing straight to his jugular. She drank thirstily, and messily. As she drank, she could feel her strength slowly returning. The agonizing pain of her wounds subsided as they began to knit themselves back together. 

Before she realized the quantity to which she had indulged herself, the blood flow was slowing, and then stopping. With a frown, Greyson backed away from the man. Her vision was sharper now, and she could see the deathly pale shade of his skin. His eyes didn't blink, and he certainly didn't move. 

She wiped some of the blood from her face, looking down at the corpse at her feet. With a quiet sigh, she shook her head. [b]"I'm sorry,"[/b] she said, resorting to English this time, her native tongue. It had been years since she had last killed anyone. Ordinarily, she would simply drink enough to keep herself alive, and leave. But she had never needed blood so desperately as she had tonight. 

Silently, she walked back towards the stairs and made her way back up. Her clothes were still covered in blood, though not all of it was hers anymore.