what have I done

"You were unconscious. I couldn't help myself," Isla murmured with a smirk, glancing up at him and shaking her head. The jokes helped, especially considering what she was apparently about to do. How did she know her malaise was even the result of needing to do this anyway? What if she just needed to lie down? Or what if she was just in shock? The symptoms fit, after all... Her analysis of the situation and the mental gymnastics involved in finding alternatives to bleeding Remi dry melted away entirely as he offered out his wrist. If it was instinct it was one she hadn't possessed before tonight, but either way she reached out to take his hand, her thoughts and reservations silenced by the steady, rich thrum of blood in his veins. She could actually hear it, she thought. Rushing through his body in a way that made her teeth itch. Isla wanted to make another corny joke or witty comment, but the part of her brain that cared surrendered to the need to feed in moments. With one final gaze up at the alchemist, she let her fingertips dance across his wrist, bringing her lips close before sinking her fangs in deep. ISLA Hush now, I'm here