There's a possibility Who: Bea and Eric Where: random street in Scarlet Oak When: just after dark
Feeding was something that Bea was still not at all comfortable with. She understood it was a necessity, at least dimly, like the way you try to grasp onto the happenings in a half-remembered dream upon waking. Sometimes it was very clear to her, and other times it just didn't seem important. Hunger itself was still a new sensation, since it felt more like a thirst than anything. Like how she'd used to go for a long distance run and end up feeling as though she'd legitimately die if she didn't drink the entire contents of her water bottle at once. It was like that, but more. Like a clawing sensation in her throat that coupled with the pain from her head to make her existence all the more unpleasant. Would it ever stop? Jaladhi had said it would pass, or at least she would get used to it until it went away on its own. Bea wasn't sure she wanted to believe that she could ever get used to feeling like she would much rather split her skull open with an ax and be done with it. Even the small act of getting up off the floor of her room in the Budget Lodge had seemed an agony. Getting into a standing position always made her feel as though she were going to tip over, as if the pain in her head had an actual weight to it. More often than not, she cradled her head in her hands just to keep herself upright, knowing full well that it didn't actually do anything to stop the pain. It just made it feel a little more bearable.
Venturing out of her motel room alone made about as much sense as Bea was capable of making; namely, none. She wasn't in any way ready to be hunting on her own. Which of course would make perfect sense to any other person, but Bea didn't quite have the ability to function mentally now that her world had basically been shattered and turned on its head. So of course to her, leaving the safety of her room was a good idea, and one that she was sure would yield results. Once outside in the night air, the smells hit her and she had to stop for a moment, her face a mask of ecstasy. Of course, the scents always smelled good when they were abstract, and were bewildering once Bea realized that yes, the tasty thing that she wanted to sink her teeth into was actually a living, breathing person. Everything was still quite confusing to her, and that was probably the epitome of disorienting. "Wonder what Drew smells like now." A clear, lucid thought that was at once terrifying and interesting. Not for the first time, Bea was glad that her brother was safely in another county on the other side of the state. "Safe. Safe from me." The idea startled a sob out of the vampire, which of course triggered the pain in her head to temporarily blind her with its intensity. She clutched at her skull, a strange thin sound issuing from her lips. "I don't want you anymore!" Whatever it was she didn't want, Bea didn't actually know. Nor did she happen to care that she happened to have an audience, though she could sense the presence of something else nearby. Peaking from between her fingers, she looked around her, turning in a circle to see if she could see whoever it was that had gotten close. "Can't hide. I'd find you."