Raven could not help but admire the vein in her neck as she was talking to her.  He had been imagining what it was going to drink from her since the moment he saw her.  Would she be like drinking from Liz or wuld she taste different.  He knew the smell of her blood was different, but what about the taste?<br/><br/>"Would you want to be a willing donor?"  Raven asked with a quirked up eyebrow.  "Someone trusting me enough to drink without draining them, as often as I feel like doing."  Raven began to run his finger down her vein wanting soo much to drink, but not ready yet.<br/><br/>Once the kissing began he knew that he was going to have trouble stopping what he wanted to do.  She was so much like Liz that he knew he was going to have trouble knowing that they are indeed two different people.  He knew it would not be fair to Ana to get lost in her just because she reminding him of Liz, even if she had some of Liz's memories.<br/><br/>When she asked him to drink from her he could no longer resist the temption.  Asking him to drink from you, was like giving a alcholic booze.  As soon as he kissed her lips one last time he tilted her head and ran his tongue against her neck releasing his fangs from their hiding spot and plunged them into her neck.  All at once the flow of blood came to him like a bear to honey.  He just could not get enough, it was the sweetest honey a bear could eat and it took all he had to release from drink and he was a experienced vampire 100's and 100's of years over.  Pulling back from her he could not help but lick his lips and smile.  "That was wonderful, pure sweet honey."  Raven said with a smile, "I hope to have more soon."<br/><br/>Raven knew from the moment he sunk his fangs into her that she was the woman for him, she was meant for him.  He could feel all of her emotions and the weirdest part was he felt some of Liz's emotions too, and that was the scary part.  Raven hoped that Ana didn't feel about him the way Liz apparently did.  He never knew Liz dispised him so.