Even having seen the scene with Sara she wasn't entirely sure what to expect.  she much preferred doing this alone with just him, and it was simply another proof of her trust in him that she agreed to it.  She wrinkled her nose at the needle, but she didn't protest.  she just laid back and gazed up at him.<br/><br/>She did whimper a little, as even a tiny needle hurt, and she wasn't used to pain since usually when he was "rough" or when he bit her, she was already going, heavily aroused, and thus easily distracted.  She managed to smile before her lips went numb too, and then she just sort of laid there, closing her eyes as she felt him drinking, felt her blood slipping out.  It would be so easy to let her die, so simple for her life to be let out of her completely...<br/><br/>Before that could happen she smelled his blood close to her, and heard him speak.  she moaned faintly, and then the first drops fell into her mouth.  It was coppery and sweet like blood always was, but there was something else to it...  Something uniquely..  Drake.  She groaned and drank, her mouth eventually wrapping around the wound properly.  it didn't make her sick as she'd worried it might, apparently her body knew better than she did in this regard.