For being new, she had amazing control. James examined her as she ran. She wasn't easily distracted like he was when he was a newborn. That was long ago. This might have changed, for all he knew.
They reached the city by nightfall. Perfect timing for hunting. He knew the girl wouldn't leave him by the look on her face when he told her the lies about her family.
The new coven avoided humans on the way up, but now the scent was strong. The frenzy began when a gust of wind went Bella's direction.
She lost it. She lost all control, her mind. All that was left was her instincts and the corpse of her first victim. James watched as the blood dribbled down her chin which she wiped off with the back of her hand, licking it. Her eyes closed at the taste. He stood back from her as she hunted, never giving instruction. The blood she drank smeared on her face, and he couldn't take it anymore.
He stood inches away from her, the corpse of the second victim lay next to them. Her crimson eyes widened as James leaned in. "Don't move," he instructed. "Still."
His lips collided with her still ones. He tasted her venom, the blood that lingered on her tongue. She didn't put effort into the kiss. That didn't bother James. She would soon. She would learn to love him.
Her lips parted.