Vincent stood over her a few hours later. No emotion on his face, even the slight smile of his was hollow. Sure, the woman was pretty, but it wasn't about beauty. It was about survival. If she didn't struggle, she would survive another day, but that was only if she relaxed. "Wake up. You are going to be of use to me, so wake up." Without waiting for her to answer, he reached over and plucked her up from behind, half dragging her off the bed. He then sat himself down where she had been and rested her on his lap. "Just calm down. It'll be over in a minute." he muttered, mouth hot against her neck right before he bit down.<br/><br/>Hot, succulent blood poured down his throat as he fed, drawing every few seconds from her vein. He wouldn't need much, just two quarts, but she might lose more if she started moving around before he could seal up the wound in her neck.