It's good. It's very good. For the first time in far too long, she doesn't feel sick or weak. There's a thrill that goes with feeding, always has been for her. It's hard to let that go. Cesare's eyes on her, then his voice, the light touch of his hand, stirs up old memories that she normally tries not to think about.

The words had been different then, though.

Natasha doesn't let go of the girl immediately. It takes a short few seconds for her to remember how to draw her fangs out of the girl's skin gently, how to stop the work in her mouth and throat.

When she does finally draw away, it's panting and dazed herself, like a brand new vampire rather than one with a few decades under her belt.

She licks her lips as she comes down, finally focusing on Cesare.