While Clint slept in one of the flats close to Rebekah's, she had gone out in search of food. If he was going to survive, he was going to need to eat and he would need to eat within twelve hours or die. She would leave that decision up to him but she knew the instincts of a turning vampire were hard to ignore.
That was why when Clint woke up, there was a struggling redhead tied up to a chair nearby. Rebekah's already had a bit of a taste just to get the smell of blood in the air. But she had left the majority of the girl to Clint.
"The fuck is you're dead," she said, not mincing her words. She didn't see a reason to. "No doubt you're already noticing your enhanced senses. My blood was in your system when you died." He may or may not remember that part. Death could be traumatic for a human and they didn't always recall the details until later. Rebekah knew, because she had been human once a very long time ago.