This is just going to be a short little chapter on how Victoria feeds in normal (ha! Normal, now that's funny) circumstances, and the effect it can have on the person, Riddick in this case.
One night, three weeks later, Riddick watched as she woke from her dead-like sleep. She stretched with her arms above her head and looked at him.
"Why do you watch me wake every night?" Victoria asked and he shrugged.
"I just find it very interesting that you can basically die and come back to life again." Riddick said and she nodded at him. "Do you remember being alive, I mean being human?"
"Sort of, its kind of blurry, I can almost hear my parents and siblings voices, but its like I'm trying to listen to a radio station that has bad reception. I can kind of remember my home, but not really. I can't even remember my family's faces." She said and he nodded. "Now I am very hungry." She said and he stood from the chair he was sitting in.
"I'll go get you something." He said but she shook her head.
"Pigs blood is nice and all. But every once in a while I need something warmer."
"I can put it in the microwave."
"Riddick, you're not understanding what I'm saying." Victoria said, she had dropped the 'Mr.' a while ago at his request. "Sometimes I need something with a little more substance." He pointed a finger at her.
"No fucking way vampyre, I'm not going to open a vein just because you have a hankering for human blood."
"It won't hurt, that much anyway."
"Right, the last time you bit me I woke up and it hurt like hell."
"I hadn't eaten in fifty years, I was close to being a revenant. Just be glad I wasn't, or else you wouldn't have woken up at all." She said and he looked at her warily. "Riddick, do you wish me to starve? If I try to drink pig's blood I'll vomit it up. I need to have human blood every once in a while, just to stay normal, or as normal as I can be."
"Are you sure it won't hurt?"
"It'll be like getting blood drawn, I promise." She said and held her hand out to him. "Give me your wrist." He put his hand in hers and she turned it over, grabbing his wrist. He watched as she brought it to her lips, she opened her mouth and he saw that her canines were elongated, that sight alone made him want to jerk his wrist away, but he stayed still. Riddick hissed as her teeth broke through his skin and her mouth locked over the wound. He could feel as blood was drawn out of the wound, her tongue massaging the skin. He could see her throat work as she swallowed, suction was formed on the skin of his wrist and she started to make mewling sounds. This reminded him of something carnal and he felt his body react, a moan escaping his throat. She pulled back and licked away the blood that settled on the skin, she ran her tongue over the wounds and they closed instantly, leaving a faint scar. Victoria licked away the small amount of blood on her bottom lip and looked at him. "That wasn't so bad now was it?"
"I need to take a shower." He said his voice hoarse and walked stiff legged out of the room and into the bathroom.
About a half an hour later he found her still in her room, reading a large ancient looking book.
"How was your cold shower?" she asked and he sighed making her laugh.