Spare the woman and talk.

As the woman became limp, Claire cradled her in her arms. She found she could support the taller form with ease, her strength increasing in direct relation to the steady stream of blood she was draining from. Claire could feel the vampire becoming increasingly enfeebled. Despite logic telling her such creatures were purely mythical, with her newly grown fangs impaling the girl's neck as she greedily suckled delicious blood, she could have no doubts that both the woman and herself must be such creatures. It took an act of will for Claire to withdraw her teeth from the slender neck before she drained her unresisting victim to a husk.

Claire felt power and strength beyond her wildest imagination in the aftermath of her feeding. Despite the semi-conscious state of the body in her arms, she could support her easily with a single arm, and she was certain that if she had wished to do so she could have flung the woman across the room just as effortlessly. However, Claire had no such wish to further harm the beautiful stranger. Not only did Claire need some explanation as to what she had become and why, but she felt an uncharacteristic possessiveness; this woman was hers now. Claire knew her mind was altered, just as her body had been. She felt guilty about regarding the woman as hers, or rather, she knew that she should feel guilty.

"Wha...who?" The woman mumbled, shaking her head in an attempt to clear her mind. "The glamour...blood kiss...you...not possible."

That word again, Claire thought, listening to the half-coherent rambling. Glamour, like some kind of hypnotism. The woman had tried that on her unsuccessfully and Claire had used the same power on the woman and easily exerted her will to make her compliant. Those other words the woman had used, blood kiss, was that what they called drinking blood? The woman had called her kin earlier, too; she must have meant it as sensing her as another vampire. Claire had watched enough vampire movies to know they were supposed to have powers like that. If that was true, what else from myth and fiction was also reliable? The woman was the only one who could give her the answers to such questions. The restroom was not the place for questioning though, someone was bound to come in soon.

"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" Claire lifted the stirring form easily with one arm around her body and moved to the washbasin. "Can't leave another...kin..passed out in a restroom and can't really leave with you dripping blood everywhere, huh?"

The girl's long and thick afro hair was tied back in a loose, bushy ponytail with curled bangs hanging down either side and framing her pretty face. Claire brushed the hair aside to expose her neck, intending to clean the bite wound and staunch the bleeding. There was almost no blood to be seen on her neck though, just a pair of thin lines below the puncture marks of Claire's fangs. Even the bite wounds had almost completely healed up, washing away the small trickles that had escaped when she had fed, leaving nothing but two barely perceptible indentations like a cut that had healed for months. The woman was recovering rapidly from her nearly **** state as well. Claire could feel the weight she carried lessen as she supported herself, albeit a little unsteadily.

"That makes things easier, might have drawn attention carrying you out," Claire could see the girl's hazel eyes were more focused now. "Sorry about the biting and the...glamour you called it? I kind of just reacted, I'm new to this whole...kin...business. What's your name?"

"New?" The woman still sounded shaky and weakened, but was recovering very quickly. "No, you can't be a fledgling. Only an elder could glamour another kin of my age. Call me Kesha."

"A fledgling, you mean a new kin?" Claire asked."And what do you mean by your age? Like you must be twenty-four, five at most."

"You really don't know any of this? Didn't your sire or dam explain anything?" Kesha sounded as if she thought Claire was lying. "Yeah, fledglings are newborns. And I was twenty-five when my sire embraced me, but that was nearly sixty years ago."