There was still part of Nora that could feel horror and disgust, and the part of her that felt those things cringed away at the sight of the human. Helpless and terrified, wild-eyed, hysterical. She hadn't understood what she was getting into when she had come to the Cirque; she didn't know anything about this Hunt. It was just bad timing. Bad luck.
She wanted to be able to turn away, to shake her head and leave the trailer, the woman. Isla could do as she liked; Nora didn't have to be a part of this. But the hunger was too strong. The scents were too beautiful, too tempting. The fledgling found herself stepping forward, kneeling next to the beautiful vampire that Zane had entrusted her to. Her hand fell to their victim's wrist, the one that Isla held, and with a grip nearly as strong she pulled it to her mouth.
It was barely a moment before the skin had broken under her fangs, before she was pulling deeply of the woman's blood. It was heavenly, intoxicating. Nora purred, her eyes sliding closed even as she swallowed her first mouthful.