Aeanna looked back down at the militiaman and ended the spell of calming, taking several deep breaths to calm herself. The man noticed her eyes, and a look of doubt appeared on his face. He tried to wriggle away, and when AEanna held him down, he quickly started to thrash violently. She clamped a hand over his mouth, both so that he couldn't call for help and so that she wouldn't have to hear him scream. With the man held down, she bared her fangs and darted for his neck quickly and without finesse so that she would not lose her nerve before she could do what she had to. Her mouth filled with hot, coppery blood and she almost gagged, but kept going. The soldier convulsed and writhed, but after 20 seconds, he began to weaken. Soon he stopped moving entirely. AEanna kept feeding until her thirst was fully slaked, by which point his heart had stopped beating. She sighed, wiped blood from around her mouth, stood up and turned around. Though her face and pupils quickly returned to the state they had been the day before, her white hair was flecked with some spots of crimson and there was a cold, hollow look in her eyes.
