She feels his heart flutter and stops herself just before it would stop. She knows, instinctively, that he's just a swallow or five from death, already limp in her hands. She drops him where he stood, and stares down at him, her eyes still black. Her mouth is streaked with red, her lips smeared with blood and a trickle has slipped from one of the sides of her mouth.

She's out of breath, but it feels so good. So good, even better than the first time, when she'd nearly ripped out his throat. She wants more, but she doesn't know if she can. If she's allowed, as if needed permission for any of this. And she wasn't lying when she'd texted him, when she'd said I need you, because this - this was something she couldn't do alone.

She turned to look at Klaus, and she knew she made the right decision when Logan had given her the ultimatum. This was right.

Later, she could freak out. Later, she could think about what she'd done, and how much she'd liked it, and try to figure out how that fit into who she was. Right now, was the experiencing.