The smell of blood filled her world, it was a terribly metallic scent and made her stomach twist into a knot. The warm viscous liquid was soaking into her clothes as each heartbeat pushed more and more out of the gaping wounds in her shoulders. Even though the night was not a very cold night, she was starting to shiver heavily. Her mind foggy from blood loss, her vision dim she couldn't comprehend what was going on. The vague sounds of what she could only assume was some kind of brawl were all around her.<br/><br/>She was thinking of everything that went wrong that day, and led up to her situation. She was starting to wish that she had stayed home tonight. She closed her eyes for a moment..<br/><br/><em>"Maybe just a short nap..."</em>she thought to herself, an instant later a sensation of falling overcame her and she snapped her eyes open.<em>"No.. you sleep you die.."</em>she realized. Then a putrid smell overcame her, the creature that attacked her was having a worse day than she was as the smell of it's blood filled the air, over powering the smell of her own blood. A blurry dark shaped figured approached, it didn't look like the hulking form of the creature and she was sure that the creature didn't speak either...<br/><br/>Compared to her own temperature at this point, or maybe it was just the significant loss of blood the woman's hands were much warmer. They felt so nice, so comforting in a stark contrast to the pain the talons of the creature. The woman's voice was slightly muffled against the throbbing pulse in her own head as her body tried to pump the ever diminishing amount of blood to her brain to keep her conscious.<br/><br/>Her lips felt tingly, as did the rest of her body as the woman's hands held her weakly open jaw open. The blood trickled on her lips and into her mouth as the words she spoke muffled into her mind.<br/><br/><em>"Drink? Her blood? What?"</em>she thought she was going crazy as her mind fought to focus on the situation at hand. She didn't exactly have anything to lose at this point, did she? What was the worst that could happen? She was dead, she knew that much. Considering what just happened, the possibility that this woman's blood had super healing properties wasn't exactly something she was going to dismiss as impossible.<br/><br/>With what little strength she could still muster, she closed her lips over the woman's wrist and weakly sucked on it, as if she were trying to give someone a hickey. The cool blood felt warm to her, strangely enough as it coated her tongue and slid down her throat. She would keep sucking as long as the woman or her ebbing strength allowed. It took a few moments of suckling before she started to feel her shoulders burning start to dull and her mind even started to clear, along with her vision.<br/><br/>The strangest part was how good she was starting to feel. As her mind and body healed, she was overcome with a sense of heightened awareness. There was also an erotic sense to what was happening that was not lost on her, but she was more concerned about not dying at this point. When her suckling was interrupted, she was left gasping. Looking down at herself she could see that the gaping holes in her shoulders were getting smaller, and the bleeding had stopped.<br/><br/>"Thank.. Thank you.." she managed to get out before closing her eyes and falling unconscious. Not from her injuries or a lack of blood, but from sheer exhaustion.