She stared at him and she gasped when she saw the knife.  Her eyes widened however when she saw the knife and she stared at him as the blood welled up from the wound he'd made.  She stared at the blood and it oddly smelled enticing to her.  Just a taste...it'd only take a taste to get her addicted to it.<br/><br/>She touched her tongue to his wrist.  She tasted the coppery substance and after that one taste, she began lapping at the wound, drinking from him and feeling a bond forming between her and him.  His blood was potent and the more she drank, the more she wanted and the more attracted she became to him.