His fingers were clawing at the bed sheets, his mind trying to grasp what was happening. All he could feel was a stinging sensation coupled with a bit of warmth. "Rachel...what are you..." He barely had the strength to speak, his voice was barely noticable. Rachel paid no mind to Ragna, she was too vexed in his blood, carefully sucking every last drop not waisting any of it. Ragna tried his best to raise his arms, hoping to pull Rachel off of him. The harder Rachel bit, the weaker he became. Not wanting to waist anymore energy in speaking, he tried his best to stand up. He couldn't, his legs were too weak, his vision was starting to blur.

For a vampire like her, who never drinks blood, a couple of mouths full was enough to satisfy her hunger. She had drank more than enough of Ragna's blood and without thinking tossed him aside. Her pupils, before where the shape of that of a beasts, they had now returned to there normal shape. She had regained her senses and was dumbfounded as to what had just transpired. She could feel something hot running down her lips and used her finger tips to wipe it away. She carefully examined the liquid, it was dark crimson red. Ragna was sprawled on the floor making noises like a wounded animal. He was barely conscious. "Ra..chel...what...are...you trying.." She looked at him horrified, she knew what had happened. She knelt down and grabbed Ragna's head and pulled it towards her. "Ragna...I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." She pleaded with him to forgive her. Ragna thought how strange it was hearing Rachel apologize to him. It was so unlike her he thought. "I don't know Rabbit... you really... did a number on me. What... the hell was... that?" Rachel spoke very softly, is if she didn't want Ragna to hear. "It was my vampiric impluses, I smelled your blood and I..and.. I." Tears were starting to stream down her eyes.

Ragna's mouth was trembling, his eyes were moving from side to side. He was starting to go into shock. Rachel had recalled some advice her father Clavis once gave her long ago. She was a young lady then, one could say in human years she would of been Ragna's current age. Clavis knew of Rachel's disdain for her vampiric urges and wanted to bestow some knowledge on his young daughter. He feared that if she ever bit a human, she could very well destroy herself from the sheer guilt and pain that she would have caused. "There is only one way to save a human who has been bit, listen well my child, you must give them some of your own blood." Clavis's voice rang inside Rachel's mind. "I must give him some of my own blood..." Ragna was breathing heavily, his trembling was getting worse. She had no time to think, she bit down on her tongue causing it to bleed more than slightly. She opened Ragna's mouth and pressed her lips on his. It was the only thing she could think of, she didn't have the luxury of time to think it through.

She closed her eyes, she didn't want to look at Ragna while she kissed him. It was not embarresment, but guilt that was causing her to close them. She felt awful having put Ragna through this. Worse, she felt the shame of being a vampire and having done what she loathed to do most, drink blood. It wasn't the first time she had been tempted by blood, and she resisted them time and time again. But his blood was different from the others, his blood was sweet like honey. It was like nector to a bee.

Ragna could feel a warm liquid running down this throat. At first he wasn't sure what Rachel was trying to do, he thought she was still trying to "eat him alive". After some of Rachel's blood had established itself in Ragna's system he started to feel life coming back into his body. He was still weak, but slowly the shivering quited down, his vision was getting better, little by little. Rachel would occasionally take deep breaths, she was losing a lot of blood herself. Ragna had regained most of his strength back, he slowly got up and proded himself against the bed. Rachel's blood was running down the corners of his mouth. "You..ok? That..was a lot...of blood you gave...me." Ragna's voice was broken, given all he had just been through, he was a little shaken up. Rachel just stared at him with empathy. She was about to say something but the cut in her tongue made it to painful. "What's the matter...cat..got your tongue?" Ragna said while chuckling painfully. She slapped him hard, relinquishing the last bit of strength she had left. She fell on his arms exhuasted, she slowly slipped down his body. Her head rested on his chest, and her arms curled to his sides.