Tabitha-No-Last-Name, young vampiress, is hungry. Not for blood, she ate a deer that morning, but rather for more conventional fare. So, she has picked a house without a decent home security system, and is now rummaging around their fridge. Upon finding some raspberry jam, bread, and margarine, she sets about making herself a sandwich.
“You’re a vampire now! Neat, huh?”
"Neat...I can do lots more than I used to. It's...feels great, like I'm on top of the world. I'm special. I'm strong. That's how it is for everyone? Does it always taste so good?"
Zeke whispers in her ear. “All the time. Sometimes Better.”
"How do you know what has the best taste? Can you smell it?"
At the thought of delicious, delicious blood, she's already starting to feel amped up. Ready for a fight. Still full, though, for now. It's a cozy feeling, being full. She wants to sit with that feeling, just wrap herself in something warm and stay there.