[ She knows he means well with that attempt at reassurance, but she's seen what a vampire out of control can do. Even as young as she is, as weak when compared to Kol and the other Originals, she could do irreparable damage to him before he'd be able to stop her, and she couldn't live with that. The memories of the deaths she'd caused with her own hands still haunt her and she can't bear to add more to them.
But... maybe he really could help. Somehow. A tiny spark of hope curls into being within her and she goes still, watching him for a long moment as her fingers again dig into the sand. Every grain of sand is felt against her skin and she focuses on the sensation, trying to count each one in an attempt to overcome her instincts. Her need. ]
I need to feed. I need blood.
[ And she hates the way it sounds. Like an animal. Like a monster. ]
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But... maybe he really could help. Somehow. A tiny spark of hope curls into being within her and she goes still, watching him for a long moment as her fingers again dig into the sand. Every grain of sand is felt against her skin and she focuses on the sensation, trying to count each one in an attempt to overcome her instincts. Her need. ]
I need to feed. I need blood.
[ And she hates the way it sounds. Like an animal. Like a monster. ]