When the time crept closer to sunrise, Elise decided to head back to her dorm room. Max would be protected more by the sun than anything else could at that point. She made it back to her room in time and lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She hoped that Max got plenty of rest. At the same time she wondered what it was to sleep. It hadn't been necessary, hadn't been possible, in so long. She had to enter into a trance now and then to allow her mind to refocus. Many vampires did this naturally while feeding. Some trained themselves to take this trance during the day while 'resting' in their rooms. She did it while dancing. The trance was not the same as sleep, she remembered that much.<br/><br/>As the sunset Elise showered and dressed, this time in a long black skirt and a red tanktop. Once darkness fell she made her way back to the music room and found Max still fast asleep. "You'll miss class again, you know." She whispered with a smile. As she walked closer to him, though, she found a surprise that she did not like at all. Putting her hand to her lips, she covered her mouth and took a careful step back, trying to keep from smelling the air. She had fed! There wasn't any reason to be acting this way. Granted, she hadn't fed much.<br/><br/>Ignoring the pressure that was building inside of her and forgetting to move as a human, she raced over to the desk in the corner. There she fumbled with the proper speed of a vampire until she found the music technology. She believed they called it an MP3 player. Jamming the pieces into her ears, she pressed the triangle and listened for a second to the start of the music. For a time she danced, attempting to ignore her own nature.<br/><br/>She didn't enter a trance this time, though. Her movements were graceful and artistic, flawless in style for this well-practiced song, but her body was too distracted. She couldn't have told anyone when the song changed over, or when she stopped dancing. She barely noticed as she made her way over to Max's sleeping form and by the time her fangs were sunk into his vein she was blissfully unaware of her own surroundings. Only the food, and the beat of Max's heart and the delicious flavor of his blood: sweet, copper, and life.<br/><br/>When she came back into herself, she was already wiping the blood from her lips with the back of her hand. Her eyes widened as she stared at Max, unsure of what to do. "This doesn't bode well for the start of the day," She muttered and pulled the earbuds out of her ears. Quickly she searched for a way to clean up both herself and Max. She found it in the form of a highly unused first aid kit, dusty and tucked in a corner of the room. Quickly she got to work, all the while trying to decide what she was going to say to explain herself.