Fire.
That's what I could think of right now as he continued to drink my blood greedily, draining the life in me just like that. Sip by sip.
I howled in agony, tears running freely down my cheeks as I struggled against his arms but he didn't even move an inch. It felt like I was trying to push a wall.
I was starting to get lightheaded from the blood that I had lost and I moaned when my vision blurred, clawing my fingernails against his marble-like skin but I knew that it was useless. I don't think that I would be able to hurt him.
He was too strong and my strength next to him felt like nothing.
Just when I thought that I was going to die if he takes another sip of my blood, he retracted his fangs from my skin making me let out a painful scream, and then pushed me to the ground rough
