The blood was cold, stale. The vampire actually had to fight to keep herself from gagging at the taste of it. Not like taking it straight from the neck, feeling the warmth sliding her throat.
She looked over at Sam and the way he was so stubbornly not looking at her as she licked away the trace of blood on her lip.
"It's vile, for the record," she stated flatly before she drained the last of it. The truth was she was starving. After her session in the subway she'd felt too full for a while and this was the first time she'd eaten since and even the stale taste was better than nothing. A single drop fell from the packet, hitting the seat, something Faith deliberately ignored.
"So, lover boy, now you got me in your truck, what you gonna do with me?"