[Licking her lips, she lifts a hand to wipe any blood from her mouth that might have escaped. While she turns back around, her bangs shield her eyes from his gaze. She holds the empty bag curled tight in one of her hands.]
You must think of me as quite the monster. [A being so thirsty for blood that her own sanity can become tested. Even when fully in control of herself, she finds herself longing to sink her fangs into even the people she's most close to. The memory of the sweet scent of her best friend, and how incredibly tempting to taste she is, only goes to prove that she's no more than a beast.]
Well, you wouldn't be wrong. [It's spoken with a bitter smile. It's only the truth she supposes. With a deep breath, she glances back up to him. Her eyes, though tinged with red, are no longer so obvious.]