She had wanted it to be fast, so she didn't have to think about what she was doing.  She had wanted him to struggle, so that she had a reason to hold him down, to force herself, to pretend that he was attacking her.  She hadn't wanted to do it at all.  So, when he simply looked at her in horror and then closed his eyes, her will faltered.  All her plans and thoughts about how this would go came to an abrupt halt.  He was willing to give her his life, simply because she'd wanted it.  Had he been hurt that badly by her absence?  How could she do this to him again, pull him into her dark world and let him feast on the evil as she was now forced to do.<br/><br/>His face was pale in the moonlight, but not as pale as hers.  She could see his pulse throbbing along his neck, feel it under her fingers.  The warm heat she used to have.  The myriad ways his hair grew, his eyes blinked, his lips curled.  Her fangs retracted and she lowered him to the floor, though kept him up against the wall, pressing her body and lips fully to his.  She closed her eyes and kissed him, deeper than she had since they had first started dating.  The kiss would bruise his lips, but she wanted him, needed him so badly.  She had missed him so much, longed for his touch, his companionship, the way he understood her and could calm her with a single touch.  Her arms moved out to push the wall next to his shoulders as her chest brushed his, her nipples already hard under her sweater.  "Alfred."