The sudden motion and sound are too much to ignore and Lin whips back around, hands twitching with the need to do something. She's killing him. Again. And yet again there's no way to touch him, to help him, to deny the creature that was her the satisfaction of bleeding him dry. Shaking, she steps forward on drunken legs, her nails biting into her bare palms as she resists the urge to try and put her fist through the vampire's face, right between those raging, inhuman eyes tinged red with the blood lust. He thinks she's alive - he's so dizzily happy and grateful - and she can't even tell him the truth of it.

She hangs her head, trying to focus on her breathing, sinking her hands into her hair and tightening them into fists that tug just enough to be painful. There's nothing she can do about this. Not right now. Her heart's hammering so fast. It's not real right now. It's in the past. She can't fight it. Adrenaline tries to convince her otherwise. It's already done. She could try till she goes mad and nothing will change. Breathe and let it pass by.

The darkness gathers, blurring the edges of the room, erasing the door, slowly closing in on the trio on and around the bed. Finally... Thank the spirits, it's over. It's over. Now she can wake up.