"I caught sight of a person, a man. He looked drunk so, I ripped my hand out of Lestat's quickly and ran over to the man. Just then I got an idea. Instead of stopping ahead of him, I went in front of him into a nice dark secluded alleyway. I sat down and wailed, not really crying, but only pretending. I was acting so the man would come over. Crying children always got people's attention no matter who they are. Yet it appeared that the man didn't hear me. I became so enraged that he was ignoring me." Dramana gave an embarrassed smile to the recorder, "I have a short temper." She apologized. She quickly got back into her story. "So I ended up running up to him and grabbing his wrist. For a few seconds I didn't know what to do. It hit me that I had acted rather rashly, as I often to. I was just so hungry! Recovering quickly, and improvising as well may I add, I smiled at him kindly. I know I scared him, I could see it in his wide coffee mug eyes and his rapidly beating heart that was pumping that delicious blood of his. "I've come to lead you home, father" I told him smoothly. I hypnotized him to believe me to be his dead daughter, bloody murdered with his own drunken hands. I could see it in his eyes. The little girl he had loved, the woman he despised. The little girl was a vision of him, same coffee mug eyes, same dark coffee hair color as well as thickness. She had the same appearance in fact. Her skin tone even matched his dark olive skin that I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into. She had thick luscious black fine lashes as he did and was daddy's little girl. Suddenly I heard him begin to speak, "You're back" he whispered in a slurred drunken voice. But he only got the word you're almost out before I silenced him, knowing what he was thinking, and even what he was most likely to say. I slid my hand into his and grasped it gently, almost lovingly. I knew that if he began to say what the wanted then he would be sobbing on and on about his "daughter" coming back to forgive him for everything he had done to her and even possibly loving him again. I didn't have the patience, I needed, even wanted to feed. I was starving and thirsty. I admit it: I was blood thirsty. I wanted blood and I wanted it now! So instead of letting him cry his eyes out, I led him into an alley. I wasted no time. I sank my teeth into his wrist quickly. I felt Lestat looming over me as I began to drink. I felt so at peace when I drank. I was calmed and soothed as no person had ever done to me before. I was filled with a sudden joy that I had never felt before. It was so simple and because of such a simple thing. It was unbelievable. Somehow I found the strength to withdraw from my blissful drink and held the man up to Lestat, offering him to Lestat so he may feed.
He smiled at me I saw his eyes sparkle at the sight of the fresh blood that etched out of the small fang holes in his neck that I had made.
I watched him as I saw him kneel down next to me.
He drew the man's arm up and his wrist towards himself. "I couldn't take your victim from you," He told me as he drew his arm around me, almost embracing me to him, "We shall share, my dear. You earned it." With that I watched him draw the man's wrist to him and plunged his teeth into the blood veins, fisting well.