His words were a haze over her cloudy mind, the only sure thing she could grasp onto was his<i>presence</i>--his sheer life force overtook all else and dominated her will, one she was suddenly so willing to hand over without hesitation.<i>This </i>was the power of bloodlust, a magic so ancient that many a fledging was lost to its call for good. Had Colton allowed it, her unlife would be his for eternity--or for as long as she continued to feed off of him.<br/><br/>Instead he rejected her.<br/><br/>Though it was for her own good, it had been quite some time (in fact, had it ever truly happened in her mortal and eternal life?) since Zyana had faced rejection. The act's sting was what snapped her momentarily out of the bloodlust, shooting her mind from her body for a split second, allowing her to see the scene she was enacting from a bird's eye view.<br/><br/>Meghan blinked.<br/><br/>She was on her knees--<i>in front of Colton. Begging</i>him? This couldn't be.<br/><br/>With regular speed (for she had no blood to spare on accelerating it), the Brujah belle backed away a foot, landing on her rump as she clenched her fists in her lap. "I--..." she mumbled, unable to look at her blood brother for more than one reason, none of which she cared to discuss at the moment. "I should leave," was what she<i>did</i>say aloud. But if she could have it her way, she'd never want to see him again.