Storm watched him for a moment, knowing perfectly well how long he had gone without feeding and what that could have possibly meant for her. Had it been a few weeks prior, maybe she would have been leery about bleeding herself in front of him in such a condition. Trust, especially back then, wasn\'t anything common. Now, she still could feel that familiar hesitation pulling at her as she settled further into the barely-comfortable car seat. Inhale, she closed her eyes while the music came louder through the speakers around her. Exhale. There was no struggle as she passed into a relatively shallow level of alternate consciousness.
The girl could already feel the shadows gathering, and given her current physical position, she forced them to gather at her arms exclusively. There was no protest, no suspicion, nothing from the man in black watching from behind the curtain. It was as if he had retreated for the night, to wait until she decided to pass into a slumber in order to attack. And in his arrogance, he surely would never see this coming and be caught off guard. For once, a path that he could not see or predict. At least, that was what Storm was counting on.
With a calm state of mind, the Akari pulled out the ashtray that sat just below the radio controls. There were hardly any remnants of cigarettes left inside, which was a pleasant sight for the girl. She hated cigarettes, for more reasons then simply because of the harm they could still cause her living body. More then she wanted to think about at this very second.
Inhale, Storm straightened her back, keeping as far away from Damien as she could, and extended the tendrils of black. They swayed gently, and almost quivered eagerly, begging for something violent to do at her bidding, as if it had been too long. Hesitation again looked at the vampire. She felt open and vulnerable, doing this kind of thing in front of him. Exhale. But the longer she could feel them squirming in her blood, the more keeping secret stopped mattering so much. Inhale.
Her nails extended the slightest bit, something that was barely noticeable. She was getting better with the half-transformations, better with controlling them and making herself appear a hell of a lot more human then before. Quicker then any of the black shadows could have anticipated, even if they had gone through this sort of threat before, the talons dug deeply into her arm, latching onto a single thread of black tar. She shuddered at the sudden pain, even though she had expected it to begin with, trembling still when she pulled it slowly from her flesh. But before Storm allowed the thing to writhe in her grasp, she ignited the air around it, guiding it purposefully into the ashtray to burn.
The girl watched it burn for a moment in morbid curiosity as her entire body plunged into chaos. But the shadows were at her command and could not disobey her. Again her talons dug deeply into her arm, through skin, flesh, and muscle, nearly to the bone where the tar-like creatures clung so earnestly to. But there was no hiding from her, not when she could feel their every move beneath her skin. It felt like extracting a leech that refused to leave, but it burned just like paper, contained to the ashtray and ceasing to burn when there was nothing left to them.
Storm could not feel the presence stir in the back of her mind, moving closer to the places where she could not reach. Her attention was focused on extracting and burning, trying to keep as much blood off of the car as she could manage, and contain any red life to her own clothing.