[b]“I d-didn’t plan on leaving.”[/b]

Renaissance was experiencing somewhat of a sensory overload; Lyselle’s heart was beating at such a pace and with such ferocity that it created a bass-heavy backing track to their synchronised unravelling. Her veins, rising to the surface to cool her body that was steadily increasing in temperature, were exuding her signature perfumed blood scent that Ren found hypnotic. The Huntress’ velvet skin gave way beneath Ren’s entrancing, caressing thumb. The peppering of rosiness across Lyselle’s cheeks triggered an involuntary smile of hunger from the vampire. Indeed, this was an all-consuming experience for the senses. 

Whilst the humans blood incited no real thirst in the ancient vampire, the same could not be said for her weakness for Lyselle’s desire. It swarmed the bond, filling Ren with both her own overwhelming needs and Lyselle’s. The combination of both their emotions was almost too much to bear. She reeled from the all-consuming tidal wave the two of them were creating. It was a perfect storm; Clouding their judgment, thunderous yearning, lightning igniting, a downpour of realisation… They’d, unbeknownst to the pair of them, created something that was utter emotional chaos. And Ren, always a pillar of strength, was succumbing to all of it.

[i]“Well, that’s good to know…”[/i] Ren breathed, her voice sounding somehow far away. 

[b]“... S-sorry… for making you w-worry… I was only… thinking… processing… everything… but I’m… not going anywhere. H-how could I? E-even as nervous as I am about this… being so new and foreign… I c-can’t walk away any more than you can… Miss Ren…”[/b]

Renaissance found the humans loss for words endearing. She cocked her head, lifted her perfectly preened brows, and felt her pupils dilate fully. 

This was unbearable.

Feeling forced to do something, anything, to get off this emotional rollercoaster, Renaissance Le Sang stood suddenly. She let Lyselle’s hand gently fall from her grasp and separating herself physically from Lys seemed to dampen the bond’s aggressive channelling of blood-curdling desire. She hated to turn her back on this feeling, albeit briefly, but the ancient vampire hadn’t fed in far too long and it made her feel weak. Come to think of it, she could barely remember when she last filled herself with the red elixir she needed so badly to “live.”

[i]“Lyselle,”[/i] Ren purred, loving the way her name tasted in her mouth. [i]”First of all, enough with the ‘Miss Ren’ - It makes me feel old”[/i] She chuckled at her own joke, punctuating it with a gentle lift of Lyselle’s delicate chin. Stood over the Huntress now, Ren let her waterfall of thick, black hair fall forward over her angular face. She was looking down at Lys, enjoying this feeling of towering over her for a moment. But she wanted to explain her sudden detachment.

[i]“Seondly, it’s simply impossible for me to endure these feelings I have towards you on an empty stomach…”[/i] Ren sighed, her eyes lifting to the Loft windows as if a meal would suddenly present itself before her. That would save her having to leave, save her having to be away from Lyselle for any longer than a few moments. [i]“Do you know what feelings I’m referring to?”[/i] she asked hungrily, angling her gaze back to the Huntress. [i]“Every fibre of my being is telling me I need to be close to you. And even then, I doubt that would be close enough. My body is screaming at me, begging me to cave in…”[/i] Another short sigh, followed by the unsheathing of her talon as if to accentuate her hunger. [i]“But I need to feed. Pretty imminently.”[/i]

The cold early hours of the morning were calling her name. In a couple hours, the sun would begin to rise and Renaissance wouldn’t risk feeding in daylight. She knew she didn’t have to travel far, but far enough so as not to leave a trail of any kind back to the Loft. Feeding would be more complicated, now that a merciless Hunter was not only aware of her existence but had been sleeping worryingly close to her home.
So, she’d have to be calculated about where she sourced her next meal. At the thought of quenching her thirst, Ren’s fangs protruded. Her talon was at her side, readied. Her pupils already consuming her once bright green eyes. 

[i]“You’ll be safe here whilst I deal with my urges, Lyselle”[/i] Ren’s voice changed when in this hunting state, it had a hissed accent to it. Almost serpentine. [i]“And then I’ll be back to deal with my other urges.”[/i]