Rolling over, Aisling groaned as she felt the burning hunger sitting in her stomach like hot lead. The Gangrel pushed herself up on her elbows, following the scent of blood with her nose until she was pressed against Bernardo.

"I'm hungry." Aisling says in a voice muffled by the ghouls side, "I need to feed soon."

Suddenly, Aisling stilled as she scented the bitter tang of Bernardo's fear.

"What is wrong? You are afraid of something. Is...is it me?"