He wasn’t stopping and Ruby had brought this on them. She knew she had. He was just biting down harder, draining her dry and while he had a ways to go yet Ruby wasn’t sure she could hold on to consciousness much longer. Demons needed their blood to keep the host going, she supposed she could leave the body, yeah, that’d do for now, if she still had the strength of course, she’d leave the body and come in using whatever meatsuit she found and pull him off of her. And it would all be okay. That’s what she’d do, that's what she had to do. But even focusing on that was hard, she’d just close her eyes for a minute, get herself focused. The eyes which had turned to black as soon as she’d gotten scared, desperate. No she thought quickly, if she closed her eyes she was dead. Dead at his hands. It was sick to even consider it. Her Sam, how had he gotten this desperate, how had he gone so far as to not care that it was her he’d flung around like some kind of ragdoll, her he was draining dry as he clung to her arm. She tried desperately, struggling to loose herself from the body when his mouth finally, mercifully loosed itself from her arm, she was working with what little strength she had left to close the wound, the rest could come later, she just needed to do that, she was focusing as hard as he possibly could when he grabbed her. His hand connected with her shoulder pushing at her, it hurt, but the feel of his mind? That was so much worse, that was a pain she could barely tolerate. He was hurting her, using those wonderful powers he’d been given because of the blood to really hurt her, squeezing at the demon she was. She couldn’t even work up the energy to scream, all she could do was stare up at him, begging him, willing him to stop hurting her. To think about what he was doing to her. Why would he do something like that? Had the blood really pushed him so far?
He looked like a demon, dripping blood, eyes manic and worse still, black like any of her kind of demon. She should show him his eyes. She didn’t know if he’d ever truly seen what he looked like when he drank. It was a sight she’d once relished and now she was left wondering what she’d done to Sam to make him this cruel and rabid thing. Had the blood really pushed him that far? Was there a way back from it for him, for them. There had to be. He just had to let go. And it had to be soon. Weaker and weaker she felt and Ruby wondered how this would go, how long it would take to...there. There he’d done it, he’d broken free. She could see it when he regained his senses, that moment when his eyes widened and he realised what he had done, or nearly done. He let her go and grabbed her around the waist again but this time pulled her into a loving almost tender embrace. He looked terrified. Did he realise how close he had come, she really hoped so. Ruby did as he asked, focusing on healing, she needed to do that if nothing else. But the ordeal was over and here was Sam, telling her that he was sorry, that he’d gone overboard. Well that was one word for it?. But scared and terrified as she was she knew it wasn’t his fault. All her irrational anger at the attack faded. Of course it wasn’t Sam’s fault.