"Maybe nothing to lose, but what are you gaining?" Not a lot, as far as Alison was concerned. I mean, sure, her loyalty, but that was hardly worth much as far as she could tell. She would just have to do her very best not to be burdensome.
If this worked.
Letting out a nervous breath she lowered her mouth to his hand, glancing up at his face as she gently latched on. Unlike a real vampire Alison was fangless. The first thing she noticed was Christer tasted so much different than Vincent. It was warm and coppery on her tongue, but other than the taste she didn't notice anything happening.
If it was working she should have felt something, right? She honestly wasn't sure how it worked. It wasn't as if Vincent had bothered explaining the process to her.
With a soft sound of frustration she pulled away, licking her lips and turning away with a sniffle. Although she quickly wiped at her eyes and bit her lip. She wasn't going to annoy him with more crying. At least he had tried to help her.
"Thank you, for trying, and being kind to me. It's been a long time since someone was truly nice to me." Alison wiped at her eyes again and folded her arms across her stomach, hugging herself in an attempt to self-soothe. That was about the time her tongue began to tingle, a soft rush of warmth coursing through her chilled body.
She gasped softly in surprise and brought her hands up to her cheeks, which flushed softly with the human heat. Sure, she didn't feel strong, but she felt a small change.