[color=#9A42FA][h3]Vanessa Poirier[/h3][/color]
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Blood, sweet, iron-filled blood.
As the taste hit Nessa's tongue, she almost sighed, primal instinct gradually wearing off. Then the reality of the situation sunk in, and the first thing Nessa felt as her head began clearing up was mortification. And then, closely after, disgust.
[i]I can't believe I just... did [b]that[/b],[/i] Nessa thought as she paused her motions, slowly retreating from the man's unconscious body. She was acutely aware of the other presence in the room - or van, should she say.
Licking her lips discreetly, Nessa slowly retreated from above the man, a lush head of hair covering the blood trickling down her chin.
[color=#9A42FA]"[i]Ew...[/i]"[/color] Nessa muttered under her breath, feeling dirty. She was graceful and full of elegance, not a bloody animal. She could still taste the sweaty skin of the man, a taste she wanted to spit out of her mouth desperately. This was downright humiliating.

Sensing movement from the corner of her eye, Vanessa peeked from behind her dark curtain of hair, eyes gleaming with focus. The woman was there, apparently recovering faster from the sound stun. She held a bunch of fast food napkins in her hand, a bunch of which Nessa quickly grabbed away from the woman, wiping her face clean with discreet motions. After feeling confident that she had gotten all the blood out of her face, Vanessa pulled her hair out of her face and slowly turned to face the woman.
[color=#9A42FA]"Never did get your name,"[/color] Nessa stated, her voice slightly hoarse from the events that had unfolded. No use in pretending anymore. She had not only almost attacked the woman, but also drunk blood in front of her. With a burning silver bullet in her calf. Vanessa braced herself whatever came next.