Robin anxiously watched her blood colour Tavek’s pale lips red. She kept her wrist pressed to his mouth hoping that some of it will flow into his mouth and entice him to wake up. But she knew the cut on her wrist wasn’t deep enough – he had to wake up and bite her for him to get more.
What if he couldn’t do it? What if he was already dead?
No! Robin felt tears fill her eyes and run down her cheek. Maybe it will work. It had to work, “Come on, Tavek. You can’t die like this. Not like this.” She removed her wrist from his mouth as the need to kiss him overwhelmed her. She kissed his cold lips tasting her blood. Robin licked some of her blood with her tongue and touched his. She did that over and over again, feeding him her blood with her tongue until there was no blood on his lips. She s
