Doubting she could fight the human without raising too much ruckus, Ami was relieved when Cicero stunned him for her. She advanced quickly, dropping to her knees once she reached the crumpled figure and pulling him into her lap with more ease than should've been possible given his superior bulk. Need gnawed at her, hard-edged and metallic as her finger curled nto his hair and pulled his head to the side none too gently.
The tugging elicited another groan from her victim, piercing the red haze that clouded her vision, and she froze. This was a human being. A living, breathing thing. Just like she'd been an hour ago. Was she really ready to –
No no no she shut down that train of thought before it could get any closer to the dark precipice it hurtled towards. She wasn't going to kill this motherfucker, but she needed what he had before he could think. The surge of warmth filling her chest helped, and she looked up at her sire, appreciative.
Watching Cicero was enough to shred the last of her inhibitions and she bent her head to her victim's throat.
"Don't let me kill him," she said, then softened it, "Please." Because she didn't think she could stop herself if she tried. Her ironclad self-control was already being pushed to its limit, and she gave in, sinking her sharp new teeth into the artery pulsing just below her lips. The man below her cried out, but the sound was overlaid by her own moan of appreciation as blood spilled into her waiting mouth.
Like most criminals, these men were far from clean-living. There was nothing currently in their systems that would affect the vampires, but they were drinkers. Ami didn't know the difference, and the blood tasted like pure light to her – suffusing her with the heat of the man's life. She was sloppy at first, letting precious liquid leak through the cornes of her mouth before she adjusted to make a good seal. Her fingers curled and kneaded at her victim's shoulders, clutching him closer as he swooned with the ecstasy of the bite.
His breathing slowed as he slipped into unconsciousness, but she took no notice, or was too lost in the hypnotic beat of his heart to care. If Cicero didn't stop her as she'd asked, she would need a miracle to keep her from committing murder.