[color=#9A42FA][h3]Vanessa Poirier[/h3][/color]
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By the time they got to what seemed like a van, Nessa had slowly calmed down into a drowsy, prone state. She still reacted to her surroundings, but the pain was getting too real to fight back. With the blood she'd lost, her thirst only multiplied, pure vampiristic instinct keeping her awake and alert even when her vision started blurrying.
The woman was talking something, probably replying to Nessa's feisty remarks with common sense. Nessa was placed on a seat, and while she tried to keep her posture, her aching muscles fought back, making her slump with heavy lidded eyes as she tried to keep track of the woman's movements. There was no dignity in this, Vanessa thought, mortified.

The woman was talking and her eyes met Vanessa's heavy lidded ones, but then she froze. Nessa could see with her blurring vision another figure there, pressing a gun against the woman's head. All Nessa could see, smell and taste in the air was the sweet aroma of blood. If she wasn't so delirious of blood loss, she would've kept her cool and let the following events just take place. However, Nessa had successfully entered full on vampire state by the point this happened.
Honey gold eyes snapping wide open, pupils wide and almost transfixed on the two people in front of her, Vanessa's mouth opened out of pure instinct, releasing a screeching soundwave at the man and the woman. The deafening sound forced the man to drop his gun and fall prone to the floor; he had gotten the better of the highly directional sound blow, forcing him unconscious from the maddening sound. The woman, too wasn't immune to the sound as she was in the way of it, but it had just missed enough to make her keep conscious.
Next Vanessa lunged forward despite the pain in her calf, almost shaking from the adrenaline and thirst for blood. She tackled the woman in front of her blindly as she had been the nearest target, glazed eyes with wide blown pupils staring emptily as she leaned closer, baring her teeth for a taste. However, only the tip of her nose got to touch the warm skin as she realised in her hazy state that the blood type of this woman wasn't compatible with hers. Abandoning the woman, Nessa took the man as her victim as she straddled his unconscious form and found his neck artery, biting into it with feral force. Nessa was usually very tactful and careful of the victims she chose purely because her taste in blood was very high quality and she didn't like doing things the old-fashioned bite-on-skin way, but in her desperate, animalistic and wounded state all common sense had abandoned her, forcing survival instincts to kick in.