Beau just couldn’t believe that this woman was not going to give this up.  In fact he found it weird that she was able to fight his compulsion.  Maybe not all of the way, but there was still a hint of it there.  He knew that when he grabbed her arm he had probably left a mark on it.<br/><br/>Once he had her sitting down he went into the kitchen and got a little bag of ice for her arm because she was going to need it.  He walked over to her and handed it to her, “You’re going to need this for your arm.”<br/><br/>He could not help but gasp a little as he watched her take off her sweater revealing her lovely neck.  He wanted so bad to go over and just sample the blood he could just hear pumping thru her veins but he was restraining.  He went back to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of blood that he had in the fridge and began to sip on it.<br/><br/>He walked over to a chair that was across from Ana and sat down and looked at her and thought for a moment.  “So what else do you know about me?”  Beau really wanted to know what else she knew about him, or maybe dreamed about him.