She felt him melt beneath her and slowed, realizing she had latched onto him and was now feeding off of the one person she'd promised herself would never spill blood for her.  Horrified, she withdrew, licking the wounds closed and quickly rolling off of his prone form.  "Oh shit, oh fuck, oh fuck...Alfred?  Alfred?  Are you okay?"  She stroked his hair, his chest, his neck, frantically, covering him with kisses and checking his pulse.  She had finally found him, felt him, and now she had almost killed him.  She was horrified in a way that even her own death had not evoked.