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Lexi Branson is the tequila rain dancer (feelingepic) wrote in wariscoming,

Well that was more than a little unusual. The cursing, the hyperness. It was true of most who fed from vampires but watching it on Irene Adler was remarkably fascinating. She'd have run and told Stefan if she didn't think it was probably the worst story he could hear right now. Irene was telling her she was fine with her face as it was but in such a way that Lexi wasn't sure if she actually was or if this was just blood induced hyper. That was the difference with her and the Salvatores, or Katherine. She didn't live for this, these moments where she knew she could probably have Irene with a click of her fingers just cause of a little blood. In fact it bothered her more than she'd ever let on to her friend. It was messed up just how hooked they could get so quickly and then the friendship shifted. It always shifted.

That said, Lexi wasn't walking away, was she? Oh no, she'd given of herself and now Irene was offering Lexi what she wanted most, what she always wanted most in return. Fresh human blood straight from the vein. And Lexi was no Ripper, she knew just how much to take, when to stop. She'd never be someone that got off on the kill, that needed that thrill to survive. Her switch was always firmly set to 'Yay Humanity'. But this was about as close as she got to the other side.

That manic giggle, the wrist offered, the other comments made. Oh she got the joke but it was hard, so hard to pull her eyes from Irene's neck. There would never be an offer that would outdo the obvious. There was a reason why it was obvious, why all the lore talked about it, no matter the world or the story. The blood was freshest there, it tasted all the better for it.

"Wherever you're happy with?" said Lexi softly, veins appearing at the corners of her eyes again and her fangs extending as she moved closer to her friend. "Whatever you're more comfortable with?" She was behind her now, almost without a movement she'd reached there from the tree. And in control as she was, even now, Lexi waited to be informed where suited.