The moment Elizabethâ€™s blood touched his lips, Deziel felt like a drug addict who had been Elizabeth began to feel light headed from the blood loss, but surprisingly she wasn't getting dizzy. She was just getting hungry again. She just wanted him to stop, but oddly another part of her wanted him to be feeding from her, to have him drinking her blood. Not in a sense that it would kill her, but in a seductive kind of way. She didn't understand why this feeling was building up in her, but she figured it was just an affect of him drinking her blood. Whatever it was, a moan had slipped her lips by accident. Her heart began to race when she heard herself moan out, and she hoped that he had not heard it.<br/><br/>Once he let go, she looked at him and din't look at him with fear, but actually sadness. She felt sad for him that he had to live this kind of life of killing people to feed so that he could be strong. There was no other way for him to regain his strength. "Why stop.." She whispered a little and just blinked at him. He probably would like that she had a death wish or something, but she didn't care. She finally admitted to herself that she was willing to give her blood, which is why right after she had kicked him in the crotch, she had stopped moving to allow him to feed.<br/><br/>Elizabeth stayed still and closed her eyes thinking that he was about to bite down again, but then his lips were against hers. She was so shocked by the move, that she stayed there for a moment, not doing anything what so ever. Then that feeling that was bubbling in her stomach while he was feeding, came back and she kissed him back wrapping her arms around his neck.<br/>Suddenly, Deziel held her down a bit more and leaned in closer again, kissing her on the lips. She could not believe that she was actually kissing her kidnapper, her attacker back and liking it, but yet there she was in lip lock with him, full of passion in her kiss.