Almost before she realized she'd moved, Zira's fangs were in his neck. She stumbled back against the wall, blood dripping down her chin. No, no, no, I can resist it, I am more than this, I will be more than this...this is a detour, not a dead end. This is...this is...she licked her lips. Hating herself, she stepped up to the Elan and began to feast. One little snack won't hurt...none of the humans are going hungry, so why should I?