[ The woman turns to catch the escaped creature and the seconds pass like glaciers, Elena finally remembering that she could compel her to never speak of this, to forget they'd met at all. But she's only used that ability once before, and Damon had been there to help her, make sure she did it right. If something went wrong now... Which doesn't even matter, since as far as she knows, compulsion requires speaking, and she's already taken too many risks as it is.
Her lip trembles slightly as she reaches out to take the offering, though now that she's come to her senses, she can't bring herself to want to continue feeding. Hunger still gnaws at her, but the disgust at what she's done is enough to temper it down to a manageable level. For now, at least.
With her hands full and one now smeared with blood, she can't retrieve the device from her pocket, so instead she stands, walks over to the edge of the shadow cast by the building, and gestures across the way to the house she'd come from. If she wants to come with, they can... talk. Inside. Or something. ]
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Her lip trembles slightly as she reaches out to take the offering, though now that she's come to her senses, she can't bring herself to want to continue feeding. Hunger still gnaws at her, but the disgust at what she's done is enough to temper it down to a manageable level. For now, at least.
With her hands full and one now smeared with blood, she can't retrieve the device from her pocket, so instead she stands, walks over to the edge of the shadow cast by the building, and gestures across the way to the house she'd come from. If she wants to come with, they can... talk. Inside. Or something. ]