Ana didn't think in this situation it was impulse, complete and utter impulse. It was like a subconscious reaction to the thought of being pushed away by the man from her dreams. She wanted to understand it, why was she the one who felt this way, why was she the one connected to this Liz character. Too many questions needed answering. Analyse could see the shock in Raven's eyes, it was a good thing too. She wasn't going to be some puppet of his, she was a strong, independent woman and she was going to take a stand. "No, I won't you don't own me! Nor am I am just going to let you do something such as feed from me and just push me out like a dog."<br/><br/>She shook her head when he started begging with her claiming that he wasn't the one she needed. "Yes you are. Danger or not." She mumbled out before she swiped the blade across her wrist. It was as if Analyse blinked and Raven was at her side sucking and licking her wound making her drop the metallic blade to the floor. Ana was shocked when he pulled her into his arms and held her close to him. Even more so when she had just pulled that stunt like that. Analyse gasped as she felt her hair pulled back and looked Raven directly into his eyes. She was told never to do that again or he would let her bleed to death.<br/><br/>Analyse formed a playful pout before she reached up and tugged his own hair back "Then don't ever tell me to leave you again." She giggled before letting go and continuing after clearing her throat. "And no you wouldn't, you wouldn't waste my blood like that." Ana slowly pushed Raven on his back and grind her body against his, wiping her wet lower half against his abs. "I will try to control it Raven, if that means it feels like blades inside of me just to stop her from coming out I will. Just don't deny me what I have wanted my entire life."<br/><br/>Analyse leaned down and licked his ear before tugging it with her bare teeth "To be with you." She grabbed his arms and pinned them beside his head as she flipped her blonde and brunette hair over her shoulder. Analyse forced herself into a passionate make out scene with Raven, moaning as she decided that he could make her do anything he wanted. All he would have to do was give her that deliciously evil smirk and bat his eyelashes at her and she would be the puppet she claimed not to be. He held her to the ground, as if he was her anchor to reality. As if she had a purpose to life with him, that all the weird nightmares and dreams were meant for something.