[Saya falls against him, a whimpering, wanting shade of herself. With her fangs bared and her pulse -- or his? -- thudding in her ears she's helpless to stop her fingers twisting in his hair or her tongue from lapping at every drip of his blood it can reach. The tip of her fangs pierces his skin and drags, scoring twin, jagged lines across the others.]
[A flash in her mind, images that only half make sense, jolt her back, her fangs breaking contact with a gasp. She's left dizzy and unfulfilled, but revulsion down to her very core won't let her continue.]
[Using every speck of energy she has, Saya shoves Karl and twists, trying to get away.] No!
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[A flash in her mind, images that only half make sense, jolt her back, her fangs breaking contact with a gasp. She's left dizzy and unfulfilled, but revulsion down to her very core won't let her continue.]
[Using every speck of energy she has, Saya shoves Karl and twists, trying to get away.] No!