Eva appreciated the fact that Alex didn't tease her, but offered to show her how. "Thank you, Alex. Perhaps I can help you one day." She smiled.
Then when Rogal sat down beside her, it seemed the most natural thing for him to do. Until he rose back up and came back with a knife and a glass. As she watched, him slit his wrists, her eyes became wide in shock that he had done this himself. But as the fresh blood hit her senses, her eyes changed to blood red. This was the smell of home, the smell of fresh blood, only this time, she was watching it flow. Something inside her wanted to take his arm and lick the sweetness off, but then he had a full glass of blood in a glass in her hands. Looking over at Alex in shock, she turned back and drank, closing her eyes as the sweet nectar went down her throat and into her body. That light sick that had been plaguing her since yesterday began to drift away. Drinking half the glass, she turned to Alex and offered her some. Afterall, she had been drinking that cold awful blood, even if it was heated, but she had moved and was heading for the kitchen.
Getting up, she followed her and brought her the glass. "Here, take the rest. I don't know how you stand that cold blood." Placing it in her hands she returned to the table.