<strong>Carol Neathawk</strong><br/><br/>Carol watched the passionate embrace with interest, but made no comment.  No flush appeared on her face, but the vampire may have sensed her heartbeat pick up noticeably.  She was alert to the dramtaic effect the kiss had on Tiphanie.<em> Is Sabien just that good a kisser, or is there something else going on, something vampirish?</em>Neathawk determinedly ignored the small voice in her mind that wanted to find out.<br/><br/>"Theresa, you're not alone in this.  I'm not going to turn you in.  You seem to want Sabien to do...whatever sort of tests she has in mind.  I'm no scientist, but i have a nose for trouble."<em> Which smells a lot of it right now.</em>"I'll stick around, keep an eye on things, if that will make you feel better."<em>And if you are some sort of weirdo messiah figure, well, I'm keeping a hand in play for you on humanity's side.  Just in case.</em><br/><br/>And then Theresa made it very, very hard for Carol to keep her detachment.  The look on the kid's face, the predatory gleam in Sabien's eyes that glowed in response to the younger woman's blush...  Carol felt her own skin begin to heat a little.  She darted a glance at Tiphanie, the assistant looked ready to peel out of her clothes at any instant.<em>I don't dare lose control of myself like that.</em>