"Oh sweet Caroline..." He murmured with a smile to his face, slowly coming to a stop in front of her. What a great relief! He pressed his hand against the side of the building, leaning his weight against it to keep himself upright. 

"I need sustenance. I don't care what it is." Ren tried to keep the desperate tone out of his voice, but the ache in his fangs grew too much. As a pureblood, he needed to feed just about every night. It didn't have to be much, but it had to be often. 

"Though, I suppose I should ask for a bag or two. It's been too long." Ehren gave a firm nod as if he were telling himself that. Just about everyone who knew him knew that he refused to kill unless his life or the life of his loved ones were in danger. His red gaze dropped to the ground at her feet, his nostrils flaring as he took in a deep breath to calm himself. He realized his mistake the moment he did so - the scent of the woman in front of him so intoxicating. Gritting his teeth, Ehren pushed himself to an upright position, standing tall in front of her. He posed no threat to the woman, but he didn't want to look so weak either. With a tug to the bottom of his shirt to straigten it, he brought his gaze to her face and gave a sheepish smile.

"Please?"