Lestat held her tightly to him as she struggled, his preternatural strength and hardness such that it felt as though a fly were brushing against his skin.  But her screams were loud enough to break through the haze of blood lust speeding through his body, and he released her, stepping backward.  He gasped at the sudden break from her blood, and his eyes went to the wound, as if he considered going back to it to drink her dry.<br/><br/>But he didn't.  He stepped back from her, closing his mouth so that she didn't see the blood there.  He swallowed the last of the blood in his mouth and looked at her, as though confused, like he didn't know what had happened.