Sounds were confusing to Bea. She could never really tell what was real and what was only an echo, a voice inside her head. But now, now there was only her scream to block any other noise out, seeing as the voices had fled away. But wait, no, they were back, weren't they? A whisper, a touch of noise against her eardrums that rippled through her. Like it was a voice she should have recognized. Bea had heard that voice before, but the panicked scream wouldn't end, she couldn't seem to stop. It helped, the fact that she didn't need air, helped the scream last as long as she wanted it to. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her fists clutching at the blankets. Still, even if she had her eyes open, nothing--no sight, no sound--could have prepared her for the feel of hands on her face, fingers digging into her flesh to hold her. The scream morphed into a strangled gurgle as the blood was forced down her throat. Bea's eyes had flown open at the first touch, her eyes widening as Jaladhi force-fed her the elemental blood. Her first reaction was to run, to get up, to flee, to do something besides lean up to lick the traces of blood off the vial, the hunger winning over everything else. Her hands shook a little at the close proximity to the blood that she needed coupled with the fact that the sound of her sire's voice was at once a relief, a lifeline, and a terrible, horrible promise of violence to come. As if some sort of dam had burst, the flood of voices crashed back into her skull, the pain in her head intensifying into something akin to being forced to lay in a bed of molten lava. Still, all Bea could do was grope blindly for more blood, heedless of anything else. The question posed to her was a secondary thing, not as important and so she moved it around in her mind for a moment, trying to hold on to it. The answer was simple enough. "No." A whisper, a brief breath of sound, no more.
A tremor started in Bea's body as she realized all too late that that might not have been the right response--she could never tell with Jaladhi what the right response was, but it had been something she'd at least attempted to figure out. Though, she was sure that even if she had, it would not have worked. Thoughts had a tendency to tip over out of her mind, shoved in and around and out by the mass of voices. "Not yet, not ready." Which was true enough; the real reason why Bea had left had been to figure things out for herself, but really, that had not happened at all. She was lost and Jaladhi knew it, she knew it and while she was beginning to feel that terror settle over her like a blanket of ice, she knew she would have to stay with her sire. "Need help. Need your help." Giving Jaladhi her best look of entreaty, Bea let herself hope that her sire would at least wait to hurt her until after she'd healed. You know what she has to do, she has to make you ready, has to test you, test you. Bea blinked furiously, wondering just what that might entail. "No more running," she murmured, ducking her head down and hoping that was what she was supposed to say, that Jaladhi would see that she was trying. She knew she couldn't be on her own, she was just terrified of what her sire might do.