[That taste of blood has her eyes, her entire body blazing with vitality, enough that she lashes out with the fierceness he's been wishing for. A swipe of her arm to bat him away and a nasty kick, if it's necessary, to keep the distance between them.]
I'd rather die than drink from you. [Not because she doesn't desire it, but because she knows that whatever he'd demand in return would be more than she's willing to give.]
[She needs to figure out who, and what she is; what Karl wants her to be would only get in the way.]
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I'd rather die than drink from you. [Not because she doesn't desire it, but because she knows that whatever he'd demand in return would be more than she's willing to give.]
[She needs to figure out who, and what she is; what Karl wants her to be would only get in the way.]