She felt a hand on her back and looked up to see the young girl with silver hair. Her face was one of concern, as she looked at what she had done to Laura. Slowly, she pulled Laura to her feet. The room was still spinning, and Laura closed her eyes. She felt herself rising, and then felt herself leave her feet. Emma kept her hands on Laura's shoulders and raised the poor human higher along the wall.
Laura opened her eyes and saw Emma regarding her slowly, weighing her fate. She could kill Laura, snap her neck and end it all right now. She could bite Laura and pull her eager blood from her veins. She could run and never come back to this place.
"Please," begged Laura. "I want to feel it. I need it. Please." She pressed her hand against the wound on the arm, slowing the loss of blood. Then, as quick as she dared, she thrust her hand out and smeared her blood on Emma's lips.
