Even as she turns her head away, Garnet is sick with horror at what she knows is going on. She swallows down the urge to vomit again, feeling certain there isn’t anything left in her stomach anyway. She tries to ignore any noises coming from behind her, tries hard not to imagine what the sight must look like.

She doesn’t dare turn back again until she hears the woman’s quiet apology, not wanting to remind the hungry side of her that she’s still in the room, still covered in blood. Her eyes dart to avoid the cat’s body, and she slowly moves forward to get a closer look at the vampire herself.

“Was that… enough?” She’s not certain how to proceed from here. Is she safe now? If so, what does she do with this disaster of a vampire curled on her floor?