The bites didn't hurt, but she gasped anyway. For a flicker of a moment, for the briefest second of time, she had wondered if he would really bite down.

She could see it. Her body, sprawled across the altar as he tore at her flesh, biting past flesh and muscle and skin, tearing her throat out completely as her own innards dyed the stone crimson.

Cordelia shook her head, clearing the thought. No. Maybe another time, another place. Not now. Surely, he wouldn't be tearing her to pieces now.

Instead of running, she tossed his shirt to the ground.