“So you're a vigilante vampire, ridding the world of evil one criminal at a time,” Rae mused with a smirk. It was astonishing, even to her, how at ease she was with all of this, but she'd always been good at adapting, and she'd always been fairly quick with coming to decisions about how she felt about certain things. This was one of them. If he was murderous, if he was a vicious, bloodthirsty monster, he'd have undoubtedly made a move to kill her already. She'd decided that almost immediately. “That's kinda hot. The vampire superhero...” she said, one side of her mouth quirking into a subtle grin.
If Rae noticed the sadness in his expression, she didn't say anything, so not to wound his pride. But she did smile a little when he told her that her wings were pretty. “Like I said, it's really nice to be able to let someone see them,” she said sweetly.
While having him feed from her was an intoxicating feeling; just as pleasing as some of the best sexual encounters Rae'd had, she also felt herself weakening even further as he drank from her. She was already exhausted, and having the blood drained from her, even if it was just a little bit, wasn't doing much to help that fact. Her grip on him loosened a little bit, and were it not for his arm around her back holding him close, she'd have probably fallen to the floor. She made a soft, weak noise when she feared that she couldn't take much more, and tried harder to hold onto him, just to remind him that she was still alive. That she wasn't one of the people he usually fed from.
And then he stopped. She opened her heavy eyes to look up at him as he cleaned some of the blood—her blood—from his lips. While that should have probably scared her, repulsed her, it didn't. She watched him closely and raised her eyes from his lips to his eyes, swallowing thickly as his hand came up to touch her face.
“Any time,” she said in a soft voice, her tongue dashing out to wet her lips.
A morbid curiosity washed over her, and her eyes fell back down to his lips. Her hand felt heavy as she raised it to place on the cool, pale skin of his cheek. With a bit of strength she didn't realize she had, she rocked onto the tips of her toes and pressed her lips to his, ignoring the foreign, coppery taste of her own blood on his lips.
She broke the contact and looked up at him. “You... don't have to stay anymore, you know. You can go somewhere safe. I'll be okay.” If he was even concerned about that. “I just need to rest. Build some of my strength back up.”