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She takes it, smirks... "Also, would have to come into it, knowing what it would imply..." She downs half her drink... eyes Mina... "Would you like to try?"

She thinks a long moment. Under other circumstances, she'd say no quickly. However, she's well-fed so the fear of draining her friend isn't a worry. But there's one little problem ...

"Um ... once I feed from someone, they become drawn to me in their sleep. Even if I'm well-fed and do not desire them to come to me." She nods to the door, or where it is when it's being kind. "Even being across the boundaries of time and space are no hinderance to the call."

"What about a compromise?" She moves hands above her still-steaming mug... slits a wrist with a sharp thumbnail, and wills her vitae to flow, refilling the mug, that is then offered to Mina.

Even as she sets her mug down and reaches for the offered one, her eyes have gone dreamy. She turns her head down to inhale the scent coming from it, her eyes half-closed and taking in the air through both nose and mouth. A soft large-feline-growl sound comes from her and she quickly drains the mug.

It tastes thick, strong, sweet... there is no word in huamn languages to describe, only a vampire can tell, how wonderfully superior to human blood it tastes...

She dabs at her lips with a red handkerchief, her eyes still hungry as she smiles to her, her Vampire nature very much close to the skin. "I can see why your blood is addictive," she says almost breathlessly.

"Purest cappadocian lineage." She smirks... Mina can feel her senses more alert.

She smiles back. "I still have a hard time picturing a world where vampires are numerous enough to consider themselves having families," she says.

"Would you like ... ?" Her decades-old mental stigma of not letting her blood potentially get out makes her shy away from offering outright, but the alcohol and intoxicating effect of Serena's blood embolden her enough to say half of the offer aloud.

"I would be honored and pleased to..." Serena smiles...

"How do you want it?" To her knowledge, aside from the effects of her blood itself (to create a Renfield and potentially a vampire, neither fear was a concern here), she had no problem with Serena getting the blood from her however she wished - from a vein, from the mug ...

Serena scoots closer... "If I can choose..."

"Freely," she breathes. She is suddenly as nervous as she'd been when she'd invited Joe to her room that first night, and as exicted.

The vampire moves closer...turns Mina's head a bit, exposing her neck, and gets even closer. A light kiss, and the sting of fangs piercing the skin.

It feels like the most exquisite lovemaking, coupled with the pleasure of the finest food and drink, topped with the relief of an opium addict getting his first pipe. Bliss, pleasure, relief.

The vampiric Get of Dracula shivers at the bite - residual nightmarish memories of Transylvania. But then the pleasures wash through her and the small animal noise escapes her. Her hands go to Serena's hips to balance them together and she presses herself gently into the feeding.

Her blood is hot from the alcohol-laced drinks and there's a slight human taste to it; she drinks human blood rather than animal and naturally there's a difference.

Serena definitely enjoys it... but something... hmm, ah, yes, she knows, but will ask later. Right now, she feeds, slowly, almost drop by drop, to extend the feeling's duration.

Her hands knead slightly as she relaxes more fully into the pleasure waves. Definitely better than the savage joy of feeding from evil men was this ... languid extacy of being fed upon so gently.

After a good while... a good while... Serena withdraws her fangs, and licks Mina's neck, the touch of her tongue closing the twin puncture wounds, making them vanish like if they had never existed.

Oh, but the nice feeling still lasts a bit longer, and the memory will not go away.

She pulls back slightly, turns her head and kisses and licks at Serena's lips, seeking to find out what her own blood tastes like there.

Serena accepts the kiss and return it... letting Mina taste her own vitae.

The thought of the kiss was as sensual as the kiss itself, and she very slowly deepened the kiss, gently seeking out all traces of Serena's saliva mixed with her own blood as her hands slid around to the small of her back to pull them closer gently.

"A few months ago, Serena would be quite surprised at Mina's eager attentions.

Now? She returns the deep kiss, holding to her friend.

Half an hour ago, Mina would have been surprised at her attentiveness toward Serena, until told it included drinking blood. Warm blood has always had this effect on her. Her Vampire nature has always had this dichotomy: Monsterous and sensual. She's fought the sensual half of it for so long - first because it wasn't Proper for a Victorian woman to feel that way, then because (a little, anyway) Joe feared the Vampire in her. For the longest time, however, it was because there was no one she could entrust with her secret nature.

With Serena, it was finally safe enough to let out.

She gently ended the kiss, whispering "That ... was very ... nice."

Serena smiles... an advantage of being a vampire, you dont need to breathe. So, no labored breaths.

"Yes... very nice."

"Have you done this often?" The inevitable inexperienced half's question of the other half, who is perceived to be more experienced.

"No, not often at all..." If she could, she would be blushing.