Bethany exchanged glances with Creede. He nodded as if they had shared understanding but Bethany didn't particularly trust him. Creede held his hand out to Ali, the vibrations of his compulsion radiating from him.<br/><br/>"So nice to have had you come to this class," Creede murmured. "Come with me and I will escort you safely back to your home. There are many dangerous characters running these streets." Over his shoulder, he quietly explained.<br/><br/>"Since you wiped her memory, I'm implanting new ones." with that, he turned, arm around Ali and moved them toward the elevator.<br/><br/>Bethany just shook her head at him. Creede taking care of a human was like the fox guarding the hen house. She turned back to Jaden.<br/>Biting her lip, she knelt on the floor beside him. Hesitating, she looked into the round eyes of Clarissa and the angry glare from Anderson. It was the anger that spurred her into action. Pulling back her sleeve, Bethany sunk her fangs into the delicate white skin of her wrist. Blood, crimson, rich and fresh welled up in first a bead and then a trickle. She pried his lips open and held the bloody wrist to them.<br/><br/>"Come on, swallow," she thought, scrubbing the wrist back and forth. To the girls she said, "I fed tonight. My blood should revive him. If he doesn't drain me, I can make a small snack for you, hold you over until later. I know the dean doesn't bring vampires here to starve. You will be fine once we get through tonight."<br/><br/>Jaden didn't respond and Bethany growled, "Drink. The blood must not be wasted."