He brushed her hair away, pulling it free, tenderly, while he gazed into her ageless eyes.  His fingers stroked down her jawline, on the undamaged side.  Then he tilted her head gently, and plunged his fangs once again.<br/><br/>She was already nearly drained, so it was a much quicker process.  But she, too, was enthusiastic in her draining of his wrist, her lips warm but rapidly cooling as they suckled on his skin.<br/><br/>He drew himself away as she started to convulse, pausing only to gently lever her head back and re-attach her ear; when she Changed, it would be fully whole once again.  Then he stepped back and regarded her.  Scarred and lovely, just like Ashe.  He had no idea what would happen with either of them: he'd never heard of an elf or an angel turned in this manner.  He had age and experience, but he expected they would be reborn into the night with strange and powerful gifts, unpredictable and terrifying.<br/><br/>Speaking of unpredictable and terrifying, now that the two prisoners were on their way to becoming something entirely else, he turned his attention to the original cause of his visit.  He didn't bother releasing either of the neonates; he found it particularly fitting, symbolically, that their first actions as newly-awakened vampires would be to break the bonds that held them.  And they would do so, easily.  Therefore, they were no longer his concern.<br/><br/>He strode over toward the remains of Naomi, reviewing what it would take, what he had available down here... and what he could expect from her.