He could feel her tremble against him, but he continued to drink what kept her alive. His fangs removed themselves from her skin and his moist tongue drew over the wound, to keep it from bleeding anymore. He released her, then shifted beneath the sheets. It was already getting to be light out, and he was tired with all the work he had to do during the night. "You can rest now. Don't bug me" He rolled onto his side, facing away from the little sack of warmth and blood that she was.