"Hey, don't diss fresh blood until you've tried it," Faith retorted. "The hot, sweet taste, covering your tongue, sliding down your throat, until you can feel it rushing through your body, making you feel alive again." She paused and glanced over. "It's why we drink it you know. Makes us feel other than dead, just for a little while."
She shrugged at the scowl, not caring if his precious truck was defiled.
"So, you got me in here and now you don't even know what to do with me, great."