Lucinda moved over quickly, passing Miss Edith back to her mummy, and reached out, gripping the woman's arm. She licked her lips as she looked up at her, smiling wickedly. Seconds later, her mouth latched onto the woman's arm as she wrenched it, delighting in the sound of the bones cracking. Her small fangs cut deeply into a vein, and she began to suck out her blood greedily.
Drusilla's smile grew in delightment as she let go of the arm herself, letting Lucinda take control. Meanwhile, her razor sharp claws darted out and ran lightly down Marian's cheek, drawing some blood. She brought her nails to her own lips and lapped at the blood. "Mmmm. You taste like trees." She smirked faintly, then glanced down at Lucy. "Now now, don't be greedy, dearie. You don't want to get sick from eating too quickly, now do you?" She pulled Lucy away from the woman for a moment, then leaned in to take her own quick bite from the arm. As the blood welled up in her mouth, she drank lightly, then licked the wounds shut and straightened again.
Her gaze met the woman's, and she tilted her head. "Won't you scream for my girl?"