[Emotions: attracted, lusting, curious]
TIffany gazed at him from beneath her lashes while she exposed her neck. He was so, so tempting, but she kept kicking herself because she didn't even know his
name yet. Here was a stranger about to bite her neck, and she couldn't have been more excited. Her heart leapt when he embraced her
(that's totally what was going on) and she wondered what was going on with her. This felt so right to her, and yet her aura-addled brain was saying it was so wrong. Her feelings won out in the end. Bye bye good senses.
She winced just barely when she felt his teeth prick her skin. The side of her head rested ever so gently against his, and she decided to steal away into his future. Her eyes glew gold unseen by the stranger buried in her neck, and an image came to her. A few weeks into the future, that's what she was aiming for--and a disturbing image it was when it reached her.
Upon the floor he lay, though she did not know where--all the image was fuzzy but that of him. His body shook, and it shook her. His eyes were red, sunken, sobering. He looked pitiful, absolutely awful. A chill ran down her spine.
When Tiffany drew back, she first felt grim. Isaac finished his meal
(his tongue made her shiver) and withdrew as well from her. Second, she felt concerned and sympathetic. She noticed his eyes had changed colors from a familiar red to a pretty brown that was most definitely not a part of her brief glimpse into his future. The sight gladdened her and filled her with temporary relief.
[Emotions: concerned, sympathetic, satisfied, positive]
"Hello," she said again with a small grin. It was almost like talking to a new person, she thought. The difference between someone who hungered and someone who was satisfied was often drastic.
"My name's Tiffany. What's yours?"