She watched the berries fall from her hand when the red haired girl refused them. She looked up and extended her hand, My name is Yezall. She felt the warmth of blood in the girl's veins when she hesitantly placed her hand briefly in her own. It reminded her of how hungry she was. When the others got up to leave she hung back and stayed quiet. She found a troll alone searching in the woods and drank her fill of the bitter, sour blood knowing it would make her sick later. He howled when she released him and fell motionless to the forest floor. At least she had saved her companions for now. She caught up quickly so as not to be missed.  They were talking about what lay ahead. She had her own agenda they didn't know about. The only reason she was there was to find a medallion said to be in these ruins that would sate forever her need for blood. She only took humans if there was no other choice. She hoped it wouldn't come to that.  They finally stopped to rest and she could feel her stomach start to churn. She moved a few paces away and was sick.