Neferet remained calm, her breathing stayed stable. She was not afraid that she would die, she would not let the thought even dare cross her mind. She did not struggle she merely laid there. Closing her eyes in a small defiance, she endured the pain his fangs inflicted with no more than a wince. Slowly she moved her free arm, not trying to alarm him.<br/><br/>With a swift motion she grabbed the back of his hair. She clutched a fist full of his hair, pulling him back. She felt his fangs separate from her neck, slowly but surely. She would not let him win, let alone make a meal of her.<br/>"You know..." she grunted a little, "I am not the same little girl you left 7 years ago."<br/><br/>She thrust him off, she twirled on top of him, grabbing her gun in both her hands, pressing it close to his forehead.<br/>"Now, Gen," She smiled a little, "I am going to ask a series of questions, failure to answer will result in death. I promise Gen I will make this next bullet count. This time no missing..."<br/><br/>The blood drizzled down her neck in a fine stream, but she did not care. She hadn't even acknowledged she was bitten, she knew she wouldn't turn until she drank from him. The only thing that wavered her worry was the fact blood loss will end her existence. She pressed the gun closer to his head.