Virgil couldn't help but drink in her fear for a moment.  That indescribable emotion that flavored the blood in a most exquisite way.  The way she reached for him, like a drowning victim begging a boat to pull her back out.  Finally, he lowered himself back down to the wound he'd made, sinking his teeth into her once more.  This time, as the lifeblood left her veins, the vampire venom was injected.  He remained there, drinking her in, feeling that primal drive to feed, the almost erotic sensation of defiling a life by turning another into one of his own.<br/><br/>He was actually fully hard when he finally pulled away, licking up the last dregs of red from his lips as he admired his handiwork.  "Congratulations, Anabelle, today you've become my thrall.  It might wound your pride at first, but I think you'll come to enjoy life a bit more." he purred, wiping a bit of her own blood from his mouth with a finger and gently rubbing it around her lips.