When Eve bit her lower lip, her fangs pierced the skin and she winced, sucking reflexively on the wound. When the door opened, she turned to see Sebastian walk in. Subconsciously, she licked the blood from her lips, and his eyes narrowed.
"Are you...?" He began, walking up to her and gently drawing her lower lip down with his thumb to see the two punctures. He pressed on the wounds and she winced.
"Testing out your fangs?" He questioned.
"That... I accidentally grazed my tongue on them. The taste of blood... I wanted more and I... pricked myself," she replied, trying to explain.
"Is that why I'm so thirsty? Water isn't enough. Do I need blood?" She asked, and he nodded.
"You've only awakened your vampire side after so many years; you would certainly be thirsty for blood," He said. She pursed her lips; the thought of consuming blood, possibly from someone dead, was nauseating.
