The woman watched Edward frowning sadly wondering why'd he let himself fall into this manner of being. Although was no real question, for the witch knew his aversion to feeding even off of donated blood at times. Tears trickling down her face hearing him repeating her name, sounding so unfocused and strange. Then he took her hand, knelling in front of her and her sadness was replaced with satisfaction. The vampire bite at her wrist, pulling her toward him onto the ground and the woman muttered slightly his name. The sensation of being drained always filled the woman with a sense of intoxication as her life energy was drained away. This time it was crippling, the dizzy sensation over-whelming and she wobbled in the vampire's arms eyes fluttering shut.
Then Jason came slamming into the door breaking it down. Sending the vampire backing away out of the rays of the setting sun. Liz falling toward the hard wooden floor. Grunting, and glaring at Jason as he was yelling. Frowning at Ed knowing that he was also yelling at her to get out, as well. Liz attempted to stand, as Jason was screaming. But she couldn't manage it so she just remained upon the floor. The woman was forcing herself to focus on the figure of Jason, her sight fading in-n-out. Spotting the morphing shape of the werewolf; Liz yelled his name angrily as he ran towards Ed slamming through the wall of the Inn. Pulling herself to her feet she wandered, shuffling to the edge of the wall looking downward at the ground at the two men. Hearing Jason still yelling.