Pain blossomed from the base of her skull and travelled down her spine as the back of her head made contact with the wall. Colton had rough handled her before, but never to this extent. The fear that he might actually beat her into torpor sent a sharp needle of reasoning piercing through her mind and for a minute, Zyana hesitated in her resistance.<br/><i><br/>
Would</i>he kill her? No.<br/><br/>Would he put her into torpor to have her wake from unconsciousness weeks, months or even years later?<i>Maybe</i>.... It would certainly make<i>his</i>unlife easier to have his blood sister alive, but unconscious for a little while.<br/><br/>Colton was suddenly looming over her prone body, fury spewing from his harsh eyes, his own use of Celerity making him appear as if from thin air. His grip on her shoulders hinted at his controlled Potence, but she knew he could snap her in two should be so choose to. She swallowed a phantom heartbeat and silently obeyed, remaining unmoving. Had she gone too far?<br/><br/>The second that Colton brought his own wrist to his lips to break the skin with his fangs, Meghan forgot what they had been fighting about. The smell of tangy metal and<i>so much goodness</i>wafted through the room and seeped into her nostrils with all the allure a kindred's life force held. She hadn't smelled another vampire's blood since her embrace and had forgotten about its magnetism. At that point in her life all she'd wanted to do was drink and clearly nothing had changed.<br/><br/>The Brujah neonate licked her own blood dried lips, but did not step forward. She now wanted to obey for the chance of a reward. Were she in any other situation, Zyana would not have succumb so easily to blood lust, but given her current physical state, the only thing keeping her from frenzy was the promise of something greater. The sight of the human ghoul feeding was exquisitely painful, an image she could not rip her eyes from. Kramer's lips latched onto Colton's wrist before the blood transferred from master to servant. Meghan would have given anything to be in the ghoul's place.<br/><br/>Her brother was speaking, but his words fell on deaf ears and not because she was purposefully ignoring him, but because she<i>wasn't</i>. She couldn't take her eyes off the sight in front of her, couldn't ignore the call of her still tame beast and her innate desire for life. Even as he stood and began to wrap his life force up, the damage had already been done to her self-control. Their eyes met. Meghan blinked, a weak attempt to shake off the trance, but it failed.<br/><br/>Collapsing onto her knees, she crawled forward, ending at the other Brujah's legs. "Give me some, Colton,<i>please</i>," Zyana begged, her already husky voice a hoarse whisper now, the gravel in her throat making her plea sound even more desperate. She raised her bloodied hands and palmed his knees, pressing them purposefully up his thighs. "No!" Meghan interjected when Colton spoke. "Don't send me away yet. Let me feed," she whimpered, completely docile now in the hopes that he would acquiesce. "Here. From<i>you</i>," she emphasized by squeezing his thighs with primal urgency. "I<i>need</i>it," she stressed. He<i>had</i>to give her what she wanted.