She must have been failing to hide that she was famish, the hunter as observant as he was, saw right through her facade of trying to keep her shit in check. After being locked away in a box, desiccating. The lust for blood becomes a desire, one that she couldn't shake off. It doesn't matter that she had been at this for a thousand years, learning how to control the hunger. There have been times where she's slipped and had gone too far. The killing of innocent humans never sat right with her, especially since she wanted to be one.
Though she was far from innocent.
The pulse of his veins was already screaming at her to take a bite, but the moment he rolled up his sleeve, it was like a deafening waterfall: the rushing of blood was all that she could hear. It was clouding her judgement. It was sensory overload, one she needed to control. "Instead of you killing me, I'll be the one killing you." She knew it was the hunger talking. Once she had enough blood in her system, she could control the desire to kill. But once she started, it was hard to stop.
One beat. Two beats.
She lunges forward, grabbing his exposed arm and extracting her fangs before she goes for the kill. The crimson liquid dripping down his arm, coating her lips, causing the color returning to her face.
Making her feel more alive.
Rebekah pulled back, eyes glazing over from the ecstasy. Satisfied that she had her fill, oceanic hues lingered on the bite wound she left before shifting her gaze to his face. She licked her lips, removing any blood she had left behind, a hum escaping her lips in satisfaction.
"Well, at least I didn't kill you."
