Cade chuckled and shook his head.  She was a fiery little witch, and dangerous as well, far more dangerous than she realized.  She was proud of what she was, of what she had been, that much was obvious.   He couldn’t help but wonder if she would be able to adjust to what she was now.  The question that followed made him doubt it, such naivety was not a welcome thing in a Vampire, bring questions about her control and common sense to the forefront of his mind.<br/><br/>“Fresh blood is always better, and much more… pleasurable,” he said, answering the question honestly.  “If you won’t drink from the glass then we will have to find a… fresh source for you to drain and hope that we can wipe it’s mind so that it will forget the violation,” he continued, refusing to sugar coat what she would have to do, what she had become.<br/><br/>“The harpy can be killed that way, and I will even help you find it… but morning will come long before then, so you will have to feed before dawn one way or another.  If you leave it and starve yourself waiting for the Harpy you will grow weak, and a weakened vampire is a dangerous vampire.  As new as you are you’ll likely kill the first human you see if you don’t keep yourself well fed.”<br/>