“I had heard it was amazing, but I didn't know it could be so delicious,” the vampire says, removing his fangs from my neck. His mouth is covered with my blood.
I’m so weak, it’s a surprise I’m still alive. He puts his fangs back into my neck and continues to drain the life out of me. The more he drinks my blood, the weaker I become and cannot push him away.
“Oh, my! I can feel myself getting stronger the more I drink,” he says. I try to push him away, but my hands drop before they can even reach his body. “I wouldn’t move if I were you. It’ll only make you weaker. I wonder what a werewolf like you is doing here?”
I want to speak, but nothing comes out.
“You don't have to answer that because it won't matter when you’re dead,” he says, bending back down to my neck when he’s suddenly r
