She turns her music up so loud, she can't hear her own thoughts. She tunes out her mother yelling at her to turn it down, and her sister complaining that her taste in music sucks. She doesn't care what her sister thinks. If she wants to listen to Evanescence, so be it. She closes her door, wanting total privacy to what she's about to do. "And though I may have lost my way, all paths lead straight to you." She may not be suicidal, but she does love the song. It's her favorite song of the moment. "I long to be like you..." She digs through her closet, searching for a fresh one. "...lie cold in the ground like you." Just as the second verse plays, Rebekah Corey drags the blade across her arm. "Mmmm-mmmm..."
His head snaps up, suddenly bombarded with the scent. All judgment leaves his brain, and he runs toward it blindly. This is like nothing else he's ever smelled before, and he has to get to it. He hears his name being called behind him, but he can't turn back. His senses, heightened with thirst, propel him forward. He doesn't care about the lifestyle he was supposedly living. It was all a pretense anyway. He wants to be orthodox, not conservative like the women he'd left behind. Not even the one he loves can save him now. The scent draws him nearer, and he comes across a window. There he sees a teenage girl, sweet, fresh blood pouring from three small incisions on her arm. He inhales, and madly drives into the room. The girl looks up, but has no time to scream. He's on her in a second. The music in her room is so loud, no one hears anything. They will find her later, when it's too late. As Laurent drinks the last drop from her, the last lyric comes from her stereo. "I'm coming for you..."