Sinking her teeth into the soft tissue of the hunters shoulder was like extending a muscle after sitting still for too long. It was a natural movement, and immensely satisfying. 

The taste of warm blood on her lips, fresh from the flesh, made her body quiver. Everything about it - the thickness of the fluid, the warmth, the rich flavor - filled her with euphoria. Her veins ached for it as the taste rolled down the back of her tongue and into her throat. It had been too long, and each time she fed felt that way. She was in constant need, and the brief moments of satisfaction were as electric as intimacy to mortals. Her fingers coiled around the fabric of the hunters shirt. She clung to him as if he were a being endeared to her. A potentially terrifying encounter for him was a strangely intimate and spiritual ritual for a vampire. 

She was distracted from her bliss when he shifted beneath her. As a mortal, he was terribly slow in her eyes. With split focus, she half-heartedly swatted the needle from his hand as if it were nothing more than a pesky fly. She was too busy with the task at hand to give it much though, too preoccupied with-

[b]BOOM.[/b]

The sound of thunder tore through her mind. The force of it hit her core like a battering ram. It wasn't the first time she had been shot, but it wasn't the sort of thing you ever got used to. She recoiled instinctively, finding herself shoved off of her meal. In her delirium, it took the pain a moment to overtake the ecstasy of the feed. When it did, it came sharply, cutting through her joy like a sharpened blade.

She gave a pained and furious cry, her lips and belly dripping with crimson. The gunshot seemed to pop-off a thousand different strikes, attacks suddenly coming from all sides. She sloppily  jerked away from an oncoming dagger. It clattered uselessly across the ground. Shakily, she struggled to drag herself to her hands and feet, but abandoned the task to lift her hands to deflect the swift kick that nearly connected with her blood-stained face. 

She wasn't fast enough to avoid the metal spike. 

It pierced through her and into her heart, tearing a hole in her shirt and her body. She inhaled a harsh gasp. The pain was so sharp, she didn't notice the prick of her skin when the syringe was injected. She only distantly heard the mumble of strange words, and felt the weight of sleep descend upon her. Her tense, trembling limbs began to soften. Within moments, her bloodied body went limp as her eyes fell shut.