One moment, Lexi was moaning as her body rubbed against Vician's, her head tilted to allow him access to ther throat, that part of her that he seemed to adore so much.  And in the next moment, before she had time to process what had happened, she was shoved away from him as he fought to regain control.<br/><br/>The hungry, predatory look in his eyes frightened her, and she was reminded of what she was for him, what he'd called her friend earlier.<em>Food</em>.  She looked down at her lap; it scared her to see him like this.  She didn't want to look at him like we was dangerous to her.  Hadn't he proved over and over that he would not hurt her?<br/><br/>Yet her voice still trembled when she whispered, "I trust you.  You can drink from me.  I won't think of it as punishment, Vician."