Her reply and movements towards the window brought a dark grin to his lips. He wondered if these were the actions of a woman taunting or desperation. Believig the latter more he would act the same either way. Moving with inhuman speed from the shadows and caught her in her arms just before she would hit the ground. "Now... that wasn't too considerate of you, was it?" he asked with a dark and ashy voice. He moved her around with ease in his arms, but would still hold a tight grasp of her. He wouldn't want her to slip away to force him to chase her again. Not that he belived she would be able to get very far.
"What use could I have of you if you fell and crushed your skull? We couldn't have that, would we little flower?" Before she would be able to answer or even react too much he placed his hand over her mouth. It would just cause him even more trouble than was necessary if she would scream. Moving quickly, he pulled her away from the light of the inn and vanished with her among the shadows.
He could hear her weak heart beat faster than it should in her condition, and he knew he had to work fact. He wouldn't be able to get her if she were already dead. Keeping her steady in his arms, he brushed her hair from her neck before he lowered his head and opened his mouth. If she had been able to see properly she would seehis canines grow longer and sharper before he let tthem sink into her flesh. He knew exactly where to bite for the most amount of blood.
He knew very well that the bite would hurt, but as soon as his saliva would come in vontact with her wound, it would act as a muffler and erase her pain. He drank quickly and with an unsettisfied greed. He wanted to drain her as soon as possible. Believe it or not, he was vulnerable in situations like these - feeding out in the open.
using her blood pressure to determine when he had drunk enough, he let go of his bite to her neck
Lifting his head he cracked his neck slightly. His otherwise golden eyes had turned crimson by the blood. She was still alive, barely. Biting his own wrist he forced his own blood out and lwt it drip down in her mouth. Only a few drops would do to start her transformation. But after... now that was a different story. She would need to feed, and a lot unless she wanted to go mad.
He watched her with calm eyes as he let his own wound heal. Hers would heal as well in just a few moments, when his blood began to replace hers. Moving her around in his arms again, he now held her more comfortably as he continued down the dark alley. A horse and carriage was waiting for him on the other side. The driver ipened the door for him, and as soon he had gotten in they were moving. Even now, sitting in the carriage he held her tightly against him in his arms.
It didn't take the horse long before they stopped outside his mansion and he stepped out with her. Walkung inside, he climbed the stairs with ease and soon found himself in his chambers. He lay her down in his bed, pulling the covers over her. She would get enough of a chock when she woke up, and being atop the covers didn't have to be one of them.
once she would wake up, he would be sitting in a majestic chair in front of the fireplace, relishing in the heat with an old book and a glass of a deep red liquid in his hands.