Philippe groaned softly, moving into her hand and away from her neck a little. "Why...is it...so hard to...resist..."

Isabella looked at him "for some vampires it is sweet and they want to kill but when vampires fall in love with a human they will start as nothing to protect them and they won't drink their blood." Isabella looked at him and knew as well.

Philippe went to his knees, hard. Letting go of her as he did and putting his face in his hands.

Isabella went on her knees and hugged him "it will be alright."

Philippe sighed and didn't move. He knew if he did, he'd have to control himself all over again.

Isabella looked at him and didn't know what to do and thinks of something "what if you just drink my blood at the wrist would be be to normal if you did that?"

Philippe looked at her suddenly, looking both shocked and slightly horrified. "Isa-" He sighed and looked down again. "You know that...I might not be able to stop, right?"

Isabella looked at him and knew that as well "well you try killing an animal for their blood." Isabella looked at her wrist.

Philippe seemed confused as he looked back up at her.

Isabella looked at him "you can drink my blood or animal blood you can pick."

Philippe shook his head slightly and moved away from her a little. "I think...that it'd be safer for you...if I took the animal blood."

Isabella smiled at him and said "alright than you want a cat or a wolf just tell me alright."

Philippe couldn't help but look at her oddly. "Where would you get a wolf?" Then he shook his head slightly. "I don't like cat." He didn't really like drinking from animals, but it was better than potentially killing her.

Isabella looked at him and said "you can come to my house my father had a lot of blood there for some reason i don't know."

Philippe tilted his head slightly. Now...what would a vampire hunter want with blood? "Well...I guess."

Isabella looked at him and got up and went to the door "come on my mom is out of town." Isabella looked at him and smiled.

Philippe got up slowly and followed her, almost like a shadow.

Isabella went through the door and about 5 minutes they got to her home. Isabella went down to the basement and found blood packs. Philippe here you go these are the blood packs my mother owns a blood bank but vampires steal the blood once a while here take some."

Philippe followed her silently, on the alert for anyone unfriendly. Once they got there, he looked no more relaxed than he had outside. He eyed the pack with suspicion, then shrugged and took it. "How do you open it?"

Isabella looked at him and giggled "well my father told me vampires takes it and drinks them like they bite it and drink it."

Philippe looked at it for a moment, then shrugged and bit into it. Cold blood rushed into his mouth, making him shiver slightly and want to spit it out, but drank it anyway.

Isabella looked at him and laughed a little bit she thought it was funny "it must taste bad but it is better than drinking from me."

Philippe looked at her. The look in his eye meant she had no idea how wrong she was. She'd have tasted wonderful, but he knew that's not what she'd meant.

Isabella sigh "well I need to go for a while I need to go to my room you can come with me if you want of course."

Philippe peeked at her and looked slightly confused. "Why do you need to go to your room?"