[She mewled, nuzzling in the darkness for more, wondering why the flow of blood was coming to an end. And then she heard him, and she remembered.
She was Diva.
She had a name.
And she was no longer thirsty. Gently, she detached her teeth from his neck, less to prevent herself from hurting him, but more because she was still in a half daze, languid with the heat of new blood absorbed into her veins. And she smiled, rubbing a thumb across the twin pinpricks she left behind, stepping back and licking them, a desert to her feast.]