She eyed him.
He beckoned her towards him.
She struck in a blur of movement he couldn't track, even with his godly senses. But then something happened. She froze in place for a split second, and he snatched her. Jonny whirled her and wrapped one arm around her, hauling her against him while his other hand went to her neck. She was animated once more, jerking and ...
… convulsing. Her breathing was ragged and uneven, her movement out of control.
Jonny reacted instinctively. He gripped her jaw and forced it to the right, exposing her neck, and sank his fangs into her. Her emotions flooded him, as he expected them to whenever he bit someone. He had learned to ignore the intimate assault in an effort to stem his hunger. Normally, he used the physical invasion of his teeth puncturing his victim to ease the suffering of the life he was about to take. This time, he used his level of access to assess what was wrong with Ashley.
Epilepsy. Her body whispered the secret to him among her tumultuous emotions.
From the untainted honey flavor of her human blood, she wasn't on meds to stop the seizures from happening. He used his power to relax her muscles and soothed the short out in her nervous system. Her body was telling him more, and he listened, interested. He had never fed from a Natural before. The sensations running through him were different, stronger, his connection to her more intense than any he'd experienced. Vaguely, he recalled hearing Xander say Jessi's grandfather, and therefore Ashley's, had been a Watcher. Was this why her flavor was more intoxicating than anything he'd ever tasted?
He saw her Natural skill - fighting - and also the reason she was able to continue training hard as a warrior when she was epileptic. Her body regenerated quickly and repaired any damage the seizures caused within a day or two. She healed with speed second only to his. His healing was instant, but her skill was closer to his ability than that of a human.
Beneath his magic, the uncontrolled seizing of her womanly frame turned into trembling. She was scared both of him and the loss of control of her body. This much he was able to feel, along with the other hot emotions flowing through her. Fury. Frustration.
Jonny drank enough from her to sate his curiosity and hunger for the woman he hadn't seen in four years then pulled his fangs free and held her securely, one hand remaining on her neck in case she tried anything stupid. She was limp in his arms, and it didn't take him piercing her neck to know she was panicking.