The cool air around her gave her no reprieve as she bent over in the grass, the wetness touching her fingers and at one time promising to bring her peace. That time had since passed and she was stuck in the position of a servant, her mind locked in servitude to her hunger. She growled at the sound of someone approaching, Vincent lowering himself to the ground beside her. The colors of his skin and clothing faded into the night as her vision started to shift, shadows moving all around her in an effort to push her past the remaining drops of her humanity and into the monster should would soon become. 

His words were more a muted whisper and yet she heard the vibrations enough to understand what he said. She'd not be able to live with herself if she attacked a room full of humans, slaughtering the creatures she once gave up her life to fight for. She leaned her head against his chest, sighing out and gripping his arm tightly to try to keep a grip on reality. He moved them back through the house and she tried to thank him, but her stomach felt as if it were lit up and something had grown from the flames, its claws trying desperately to rip it's way from her core. 

He spoke and she heard him not, the smell of his blood - rich, ancient, desire and lust - caused her to leap toward him, her teeth growing and sinking deep into the meat of his wrist as she drew in long gulps, her eyes moving up to this face as if to watch him in carnal satisfaction. He would be the death of her and yet for the moment all she felt was alive. She pulled back violently and growled one word. 

"More."