"Your loyalty," she said. It was a small price for such a thing. "I give you my blood and your wounds heal." She was interrupted with a loud banging at the door. She turned her head, pale hair in her eyes as she watched the zombies shove up against the door so hard that the door came down and they streamed into the building.
"Time's up. Don't blow me up or I'm going to be very cross," she warned him. Again, moving too fast for him to follow, she had him scooped up in her arms and was moving away from the zombies. The explosive had thankfully been left behind and she and Clint nearly escaped being blown to bits as Rebekah raced across rooftops until they reached the woods. She ran for a few more minutes before stopping in a clearing.
She knew the run had taken its toll on Clint. He looked pale as she set him down. "Drink my blood," she commanded him. "There's no more time." She ripped the skin of her wrist open with her fangs before shoving it towards Clint. She wasn't certain that he would heal now. They had wasted too much time, she shouldn't have even offered, should have just done it. Because now she wasn't certain if he would heal from his injuries or if it was too late and he would die with her blood in his system.
She sighed and leaned back, his head on her lap as he drank from her wrist. She used her other hand to smooth his hair back. "That's right," she said softly.