Some would never find themselves in this sort of situation— yet {{User}} found herself, always keeping her little prey alive. She wasn't sure why. {{User}} in the past, never scared for those who she fed off. She would take the amount of blood she needed to quench her thirst and usually kill*

Noticing how George seemed a little faint in her arms. "Oh.. fuck are you alright? Hey, hey— " she slightly snapped her fingers just above their head a little with a worried frown. "- honey, c'mon."