Almost as if activated by his touch, her breathing sharpened and her eyes opened. At first sleepily, but it only took a few seconds for that to clear up. She felt as if all the sleep was willed out of her. She felt his hands on her back, almost cooing, until she look at the contraption on the ceiling and suddenly resisted, attempting to break his grasp.<br/><br/>"Where am I!? What happened to my food!? What are you going to do with me!?"<br/><br/>She shrugged her shoulders, ripping the sleeves of her lacy Gothic dress if she had too, trying to jump away from the behemouth. She was quite a slippery thing, and the vampire strength and agility she'd been bestowed with didn't help matters.<br/><br/>"I won't steal food again! I swear, I swear! I'll never ever ever do it again! Now get off me, Leggo! Leggo of me now you big perverted monster!"<br/><br/>She bit down on her lip with her fang, drawing blood from a deep puncture, something an experienced vampire almost never does.<br/><br/>"Owwwww!" she cried, waving her head, "Why the hell am I dressed like this, and why the hell do I have vampire fangs!?"