Erica shuddered as Cassidy drove Alfred into her, his words of forgiveness far more painful to her than his betrayal with Cassidy. She knew she had hurt him, knew how he had struggled, because she had thought about it each time she woke in Cassidy's embrace. It was all well and good for Alfred to forgive her, but first she had to forgive herself. Their bodies clashed and she felt his need, felt her own, her hunger awakening with each thrust.<br/><br/>The pain in Cassidy was obvious as well. She loved her sire just as much in the short time they'd been together as much as she'd always loved Alfred. She realized now how much that was true and how much she owed Cassidy, how much she had hurt her. She also knew Cassidy was not one to forgive easily. She needed Cassidy, but she thought Cassidy might need her more, and it felt like a stake through her heart.<br/><br/>Without thinking about it, she brought her wrist to her mouth and sliced it open against her fangs, tasting Alfred in her own veins. She grabbed Alfred by the nape of his neck, her hips rising to his, and placed her wrist against his mouth. "Drink, Alfred.  Drink and be damned."