"I'm afraid it's not so simple," Asher sighed.  He paced to the back of the tent and picked up a small phial sitting on a crate, holding it gingerly in his palm.  "Do you know why I told you they won't stop until they're dead?"<br/><br/>He turned to face her, tossing the small phial in her hands so that she might observe it.  Pointing to the object, he continued.  "That's a sample of the blood coursing through my Clan.  It's half vampire venom, and half human blood.  It's the reason we can't be turned, but it's also the reason we hunt you.  The venom reacts violently to your presence, it boils and controls us.  As long as the bloodlust lingers, the urge to kill your kind is almost irresistible."<br/><br/>"Inversely, I think... I think it tastes exceptionally sweet to you.  So the slaughter is returned in kind," he added, flushing as he remembered the comments she made when she bit him.  Asher wondered if that experience had changed him- he didn't feel that same bloodlust as he did before.  In fact, he was rather calm in her presence now, and almost felt a little protective of Seraphina.  He wanted to know what exactly caused this, but didn't include this knowledge to her.  After their... encounter... he'd felt like an entirely different man.  Even the fever he'd fallen into during their romp in the woods had suddenly dissolved.  He searched her eyes, looking for something that told him she knew.<br/><br/>"Seraphina I..."<br/><br/>He trailed off, listening.  Something was off.  Somehow he felt they weren't alone.