Some time later Jasmine came returned to consciousness. The last thing she clearly remembered was the sensation of her body dying as she twisted in the purest ecstasy she had ever felt. Right before every thing faded away, she felt a now warm and wet wrist was pressed forcefully to her lips and a sharp whisper cut through her fog of impending death.

"Drink"

Jasmine licked her lips and caught a trace of it.
She latched on.

The sweetest fire flooded her body. Potent and intoxicating, it took her in a rush. Every inch of her suddenly infused. She clung dying to the offered wrist, gulping down mouthfuls of life as quickly as she could.