Fighting off the claws of the Beast, Alessandra came back into her flesh just in time to notice the wafting smell of blood intensify just before a patter of cool liquid hit her skin. The drops began to patter faster against her forehead, the cool, thick liquid sliding luxuriously over the kindred's dead skin before the flow increased a stream of blood began to cascade over her face, sliding over lips and chin, and spilling down the curve of her throat.
I need to give a shout out to
Cayce
for the imagery and just down right awesome coldness of this post. To be starving...AND have Vitae dripped over your head?! Damn! Just great!